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Lyric Body	[Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)] This outta jean, and the head full of dough (Yeah) Bottle on tha� rose, pass me some mo' I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Way up in them Tailie Hills, burnin' like the sun set A nigga' wit' a attitude, take it outta' context Ride wit' that big thangs, lookin' like a parmtret Beer than beer Afghan in a palm best Ross, straight on the defro' Makavali's on the Maybach, kicks retro She wanna gaves at the sauce Pullin' up at the juice, gettin� sage for the jaw Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh Gettin' less than reject, it's a way to reflect Hard work, painties off, I'm a boss, you can tell By the balls in the pail, and the bottles that we shell I'm in a real, a state, in a real, a state of mine We came for trigga' plate, kill a nigga' for a dime I'm tryna' chill today, I got a million on my mind Dice in my hand, one roll, I blow ya' mind [Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)] This outta jean, and the head full of dough (Yeah) Bottle on tha� rose, pass me some mo' I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Mo' trips, mo' whips, mo' money, I'm mo' rich Mo' hatas', mo' clips, mo' jewels, mo' chris Half a hundread grand, this a rubberband That's all vest, in my other hand On the other hand, I'm still pitchin' other Hen' All soft, balls off, bitch a stunna', man Mo' trucks, mo' bucks, mo' freaks, mo' butts I see the vision, for club vision, the prephet I get brain, I bust nuts, in each states Soon as I see what I'm lookin' for I sit up in that seat, they cut em' off on them 24's There it goes, baby gurl' come talk wit' tha' boss I pop a rose bottles, you can get ya' shoes off [Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)] This outta jean, and the head full of dough (Yeah) Bottle on tha� rose, pass me some mo' I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Ever seen a fat boy in a big body Know you wanna sit bout' me, all you do is sick bobby Less a part, mess to get kicked daddy Next day, buy a condo to get kick outty We don't take it for the few, this is what I do Wait em� on the beach, all my diamonds off gonna' blue So let's party like the pack jam, Pacman Fifty grand, stack in my lap man Get a lap dance, and if you get my dick hard This ya' last chance, to up up on that big car Wit' tha' Fat Man, certified Hood Star But wit� a millionaire, look bitch you gone far This the movement, a few niggas' you wanna' move wit' Gucci on my feet, see I'm only in that new shit Ha, they say life's a bitch But close ya' eyes for a minute, and just bite this dick, it�s Ross [Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)] This outta jean, and the head full of dough (Yeah) Bottle on tha� rose, pass me some mo' I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow [Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)] This outta jean, and the head full of dough (Yeah) Bottle on tha� rose, pass me some mo' I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow
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