Текст Rick Ross – This Me

Intro — Rick Ross
It’s ?
Well acquainted with all the ? and all that shit
It’s Ricky Ross the rich boss

Verse 1 — Rick Ross
Wet bars on the boat, wet broad money low
Real like Scott Storch all from the coke
Maybox were a dream now it’s all real
It’s hard to get sleep layin next to five mil
I’m still gettin chips I call ’em the guce bumps
Yeah Alexander vision I’m buildin like two Trumps
Steppin guce bumps I’m the main event
We got a pocket full of game brain it made me ten
Six bitches numbers on the same yacht
Now that’s what the fuck I call a chain reaction
You see it these niggas livin of the past
I ran a hundred miles but I did it all with class
Hands of glass wrist all glass
Real on heron how long will the Cristal last
Champagne pours celebrate the curse
Hover above the laws with the mercy of the lawyers

Hook — Rick Ross
This me nigga
It’s me nigga
While we do our thang give me six feet nigga
Better take a picture this is history nigga
I’m busy gettin money you can’t miss me nigga
This me nigga
It’s me nigga
While we do our thang give me six feet nigga

Verse 2 — Rick Ross
What’s worse the ? from your homey
Tables turn fast I told you not to fuck me Tony
Started with the dishes ending with the digits
I had to cross friendship it’s rules to the business
All the time with a sister like Gina
Beauty salon dream got the keys and the beamer
On the way to cheetahs pointing an army
Land my spaceship with the spoilers only

Seen the UFOs, FBI, ATF, let ’em know how a nigga ride
Fo-fo and fo-five and six fo’s
Half a pill two dime six hoes
I need a slice of the pie fo five six
As I throw my dice in the sky
Head crack nigga
Bread stack nigga
Convertible Bert yeah I let my hair back nigga

Hook — Rick Ross
This me nigga
It’s me nigga
While we do our thang give me six feet nigga
Better take a picture this is history nigga
I’m busy gettin money you can’t miss me nigga
This me nigga
It’s me nigga
While we do our thang give me six feet nigga
Better take a picture this is history nigga
I’m busy gettin money you can’t miss me nigga

Verse 3 — Rick Ross
Lamborghinis and Maseratis for mediocres
When the beats over back to the street, soldier
Call cold shoulders mike make me bring the heats over
When the beefs over might see the peach rover
We eats but we try to reach each quota
No soda Rolls roller one on her
Rodeo eighty gram one coda
Louis Vuitton bright sides don’t want ’em

They trippin I’m drippin in Tiffany stones
Get a mop, Peter prop, I’m livin it homes
Chauffeur I blow purp and no skirts
Four chains I’m puttin down with more work

Hook — Rick Ross
This me nigga
It’s me nigga
While we do our thang give me six feet nigga
Better take a picture this is history nigga
I’m busy gettin money you can’t miss me nigga
This me nigga
It’s me nigga
While we do our thang give me six feet nigga
Better take a picture this is history nigga
I’m busy gettin money you can’t miss me nigga