Blow (feat. Dre)

Ricky Ross

Carol City Cartel

Cool and Dre

Designer jeans and a hand full of dough

Bottle of that Rosé, pass me some more

I got more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes

More money means more dough to (Blow)

More bottles, there's more dough to (Blow)

Rick Ross got a lot of dough to (Blow)

Way up in them Cali Hills, burning like the sunset

A **** with an attitude take it outta context

Riding with that big thing, looking like a bomb threat

Bin Laden beard, Afghan in a bomb vest

Ross, stranded on death row

Makaveli's on the Maybach, kicks retro

She wanna gaze at the stars

Through a panoramic view, pull the haze out the jars

Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh

Getting blessed on a jet is a way to reflect

Hard work pays off, I'm a boss, you can tell

By the bottles in the pail and the models that we share

I'm into real estate in a realer state of mind

We came for trigger play, kill a **** for a dime

I'm trying to chill today, I got a million on my mind

Dice in my hand, one roll, I blow your mind

Designer jeans and a hand full of dough

Bottle of that Rosé, pass me some more

I got more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes

More money means more dough to (Blow)

More bottles, there's more dough to (Blow)

Rick Ross got a lot of dough to (Blow)

More trips, more whips, more money, I'm more rich

More haters, more clips, more jewels, more fish

Half a hundred grand in some rubber bands

Gats all flashed in my other hand

On the other hand, I'm still pitching underhand

All softballs, all bases covered man

More trucks, more bucks, more freaks, more butts

I see the vision from Club Vision to Privé

I get brain, I bust nuts in each state

Soon as I see what I'm looking for

I sit up in that seat and cut 'em off on them 24's

There it goes, baby girl, come talk with the boss

I pop a rose bottles, you can kick your shoes off

Designer jeans and a hand full of dough

Bottle of that Rosé, pass me some more

I got more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes

More money means more dough to (Blow)

More bottles, there's more dough to (Blow)

Rick Ross got a lot of dough to (Blow)

Ever seen a fat boy in a big body

Know you wanna sit by me, all you do is think 'bout it

Lease apartments to get kicked out it

Next day buy a condo to get a kick out it

Meal ticket for a view, this is what I do

When I'm on the beach, all my diamonds salt water blue

So let's party like the pack jam, Pac Man

Fifty grand, stacked in my lap man

Get a lap dance, and if it get my dick hard

This your last chance to hop up on that big car

With the Fat Man, certified Hood Star

But he a millionaire, look, bitch you going far

This the movement, a few ****' you wanna move with

Gucci on my feet, see I'm only in the new shit

Ha, they say life's a bitch

But close your eyes for a minute and just bite this dick, it's Ross

Designer jeans and a hand full of dough

Bottle of that Rosé, pass me some more

I got more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes

More money means more dough to (Blow)

More bottles, there's more dough to (Blow)

Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow

Designer jeans and a hand full of dough

Bottle of that Rosé, pass me some more

I got more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes

More money means more dough to (Blow)

More bottles, there's more dough to (Blow)

Rick Ross got a lot of dough to (Blow)