Sean Garrett - In Da Box (feat. Rick Ross) Lyrics

Sean Garrett - In Da Box (feat. Rick Ross) Lyrics

Can you … money, man I really know
Yeah you want my Shawty, can’t can’t get her right
Brag about how big your house is…
Ask your girl what we did? We just smashed on the radio

She like to call me baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby when I got her in the box
She like to … a laser on my neck and keep them locked
She like to call me baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby when I got her in the box
She like to … a laser on my neck and keep them locked
We just smashed on the radio

Just got to Miami, touch down from them Grammys
First stop king of diamonds, hope them bitches ready
Check my …in the no top, gave them all I had it
… damn it I need that in a hurry
Shawty flirting while she workin … behind them curtains
She said the word is that I make that paper fly like Michael Jordan
I say where you know?
Free throw, … zero, gotta make sure all the girls …
But she mad, she know, I got a girl at home
She don’t care, all she said is get up here
She got you nigger, that ain’t fair
I want you to be mine, yeah

She like to call me baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby when I got her in the box
She like to … a laser on my neck and keep them locked
She like to call me baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby when I got her in the box
She like to … a laser on my neck and keep them locked
We just smashed on the radio

I’m a custom decustom
Custom that custom, ….my whip like my sneakers
Once I … it’s nothing
I get money in bundles hustle for scoops in the summer
I’m making the … so she’s making a puddle
She resembles a model, sexy and slender as tower

I just set you on fire, sweating your name and your number
She got a mean …, I let my … talk
…how sweet, jack in the bee..
That’s why she’s a damn piece, nothing but Vicky zone
2 … rings, treating like a leaky bonds
Might blow a hundred racks for … 200 thound
Put you on your feet to barely just to roll around

Members only, I’m talking bawler status
No …numbers cribs in that land of the dallas
Back to the 3 o 5 kiss is staring in my eyes
It’s time to tape my name inside you and a thigh

She like to call me baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby when I got her in the box
She like to … a laser on my neck and keep them locked
She like to call me baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby when I got her in the box
She like to … a laser on my neck and keep them locked
We just smashed on the radio

She call me her baby, I like to call her squirter
She do thangs… that girls never heard of
She no scream my name unless I hurt her
Get from my … never
But in the box she call me murder
I like to call her Jackie O, presidential homie
Anything that I gotta get done, she get down and do it for me
Ain’t gotta never worry about shootin off cause she gonna shoot it for me
Actin like she own me
[Sean Garrett - In Da Box (feat. Rick Ross) Lyrics on http://mp3lyricsmania.blogspot.com]

She like to call me baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby when I got her in the box
She like to … a laser on my neck and keep them locked
She like to call me baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby when I got her in the box
She like to … a laser on my neck and keep them locked
We just smashed on the radio

Jennifer Lopez - Run The World (feat. The Dream & Rick Ross) Lyrics

Jennifer Lopez - Run The World (feat. The Dream & Rick Ross) Lyrics

[Intro]
We got it locked. They know, that
Whenever we around it goes down like Draino
and it's nothing to spend these pesos
and you will never see us ... low low
... Ain't nothing greater
hanging out the window straight busting at you love haters

[Verse 1:]
Bonny Clyde,
No other girl will ever ride like I ride
That's why you need me on your passenger side
Let me help you get that paper
Hanging out the window busting at them love haters
Me and you
I'm the closest you'll ever be to truth
There's never a question of what I'll do
Uh huh for you
With me you'll never loose

[Chorus:]
So, Call on your girl that can hold you right
I'll be your protector I'll never forget you
You need somebody that can hold you tight
I'll be in your arm love
Keep you out of harm boy
I'll be your anything, everything
Rockin' roll with you
If things get to hot out in the cold with you
Froze Froze with you
Me and you together
Our love could run the world (uh,oh) (uh,oh)
Run the world (Uh,oh) (Uh,Oh)
Our love could run the world (uh,oh) (uh,oh)
Run the world (uh,oh) (uh,oh)
Our loved could run the world.
I'll be your anything everything rockin roll with you
If things get to hot I'm in the cold with you
Froze, Froze with you
Me and you together our love could run the world

[Verse 2:]
(Rose! Yeah)
The range rover sitting lower than the ?
Let me know who make it rain more
Me or the lord.
I gotta schedule like I'm unemployed
Shaking dice at the table baby go ahead and blow it
You can't ignore it your whole body getting explored
Top to bottom I'm reproducing your deepest thoughts
Lay off the leash the second week I lease the Porsche
Let down the top and hit the beach a future divorce

[Chorus:]
Call on your girl that can hold you right
I'll be your protector I'll never forget ya
You need somebody that can hold you tight
I'll be in your arm love
Keep you out of harm boy
I'll be your anything, everything
Rockin' roll with you
If things get to hot I'm in the cold with you
Froze Froze with you
Me and you together
Our love could run the world run the world
(uh,oh) (uh,oh) Run the world (Uh,oh) (Uh,Oh)
Our love could run the world (uh,oh) (uh,oh)
Run the world (uh,oh) (uh,oh)
Our loved could run the world.
I'll be your anything everything rockin roll with you
If things get to hot out in the cold with you,
Froze, Froze with you
Me and you together our love could run the world

[Verse 3:]
Hit me on my cell better be talking them dollars
The boss ball park resemble the dodgers
I never dodge a thing except for the Chargers
Embarrassed by the rubber bands
My ex would of charged it
Got it popping so everybody be watching them
Exotic watches you know my lady be popping them
Her girlfriends party like Cyndi Lauper now
Rose! Time to lock her down.
[Jennifer Lopez - Run The World (feat. The Dream & Rick Ross) Lyrics on http://mp3lyricsmania.blogspot.com]

[Chorus:]
Call on your girl that can hold you right
I'll be your protector I'll never forget ya
You need somebody that can hold you tight
I'll be in your arm love
Keep you out of harm boy
I'll be your anything, everything
Rockin' roll with you
If things get to hot out in the cold with you
Froze Froze with you
Me and you together Our love could run the world run the world
(uh, oh) (uh, oh) Run the world (Uh, oh) (Uh, Oh)
Our love could run the world (uh, oh) (uh, oh)
Run the world (uh,oh) (uh,oh)
Our loved could run the world
I'll be your anything everything rockin roll with you
If things get to hot out in the cold with you
Froze, Froze with you
Me and you together our love could run the world

Rick Ross - 9 Piece (feat. T.I.) Lyrics

Rick Ross - 9 Piece (feat. T.I.) Lyrics

[Rick Ross - Chorus]
I'm smoking dope, I'm on my cell phone
I'm selling dope, straight off the iPhone
He wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
He bought four, I front him 5 more

9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls

[Rick Ross - Verse 1]
Suave house, still independent
Distribution Mexican
He still sending
No contract, take my word
Send a hundred packs bitch
Them my birds
Shoe box, no shoes in 'em
In the two seater, me and two women
No Def Jam, went solo
Took the custy's prices solo

[Rick Ross - Chorus]
I'm smoking dope, I'm on my cell phone
I'm selling dope, straight off the iPhone
He wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
He bought four, I front him 5 more

9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls

[T.I. - Verse 2]
It's the king young gunna
Hotter thana suana in the summer
Nigga think I'm playing round if you wanna
Bring the thunder and the lightening
Like a sighting if you try me
On that Wrren Buffet shit
That monkey shit behind me
You want me square nigga you know where to find me
Don't call me on my cell
Yopu tryna send a pimp to jail
If you buying 25 you can get it for the twelve
Uncut, rocked up, got hand and pale yeah
Hey let me send a little message to my enemies
You nigga get to telling have 'em buried 'fore they sentence me
Come to ATL, hit any trap they remember me
Billionaire swag with a dope boys energy

[Rick Ross - Chorus]
I'm smoking dope, I'm on my cell phone
I'm selling dope, straight off the iPhone
He wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
He bought four, I front him 5 more

9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls

[Rick Ross - Verse 3]
Soft white, I got that G-mix
I'm going Gold, crumbs to the bricks
I'm on the road, lets buy some new whips
Trick a hundred hoes
Spend a few chips
9 piece, straight 8 balls
Bitch I'm blowing up like NAPALM
Got your bottom bitch going AWOL
Nigga's looking at ya like you fell off
No sir, not me
I'm double platinum just like my Ferrari
Bullet proof, nigga Teflon
Why you snorting that
That shit stepped on

[Rick Ross - Chorus]
I'm smoking dope, I'm on my cell phone
I'm selling dope, straight off the iPhone
He wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
He bought four, I front him 5 more
[Rick Ross - 9 Piece (feat. T.I.) Lyrics on http://mp3lyricsmania.blogspot.com]

9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls

Estelle - Break My Heart (feat. Rick Ross) Lyrics

Estelle - Break My Heart (feat. Rick Ross) Lyrics



Cuz I just wanna love you, baby

I don't wanna waste no time

Wanna be your only one, baby

Please don't break my heart



[Rick Ross - Rap Verse]



[Estelle - Verse 1]

All these stars out

And these people know my name

I can be so pretentious

But he likes, all the same

And these lights are glowing

But he don't want none

He rather chill and hug me

Baby, he could be the one



[Chorus]

You want me to trust you

But how can I trust you

When I don't know the first thing about that

There's so many questions

And I don't wanna listen

Messing with my heart and I just got it back



I just wanna love you, baby

I don't wanna waste no time

Wanna be your only one, baby

Please don't break my heart



[Estelle - Verse 2]

I've been here before

I don't know if you're the type

Who's gonna be keep me sure

When the dark creeps in my mind

Will you be there baby?

Or will you let me go?

Can you stand the pressure?

This is what I need to know



[Chorus]

You want me to trust you

But how can I trust you

When I don't know the first thing about that

There's so many questions

There's so many lessons

And I need for you to have my back



I just wanna love you, baby

I don't wanna waste no time

Wanna be your only one, baby

Please don't break my heart



[Rick Ross - Rap Verse]



[Bridge]

Don't break it

Please, don't break my heart

No, don't break it

Please, don't baby



I just wanna love you, baby

I know it from the very start

Wanna be your only one, baby

Please don't break my heart



You got me living on a prayer

You could be a millionaire or broke

We won't pretend

You know you're more than a friend

Just because you love me

Imma love you 'til the end

I got you

You got me

I like you

You like me

And we could do everything

I wanna love you, oh, baby, baby, baby



Don't break it

Please, don't break my heart

No, don't break it

Please, don't baby

[Estelle - Break My Heart (feat. Rick Ross) Lyrics on http://mp3lyricsmania.blogspot.com]



Cuz I just wanna love you, baby

I don't wanna waste no time

Wanna be your only one, baby

Please don't break my heart

Trina - Waist So Skinny (Feat. Rick Ross) Lyrics

Trina - Waist So Skinny (Feat. Rick Ross) Lyrics

Push it … and I just got my hair runnin'
‘cause I got holla on me … a lot
Has my waist so skinny and my wait so chilli
You might put me .. thinking wanna f*ck with me.
Put your bans on, on ..pull it on ..
Has my wait so skinny and my waist so chilly
You might put me .. thinking wanna f*ck with me.

I'm a boss b*tch I ..fisrt class
I got an insurance on this .. ass,
I don't f*ck with host ‘cause they side way
I give this money by myself
...niggas that ..shit .. baby mama …
I like big .., I like real money…

Chorus
Push it … and I just got my hair runnin'
‘cause I got holla on me … a lot
Has my waist so skinny and my wait so chilli
You might put me .. thinking wanna f*ck with me.
Put your bans on, on ..pull it on ..
Has my wait so skinny and my waist so chilly
You might put me .. thinking wanna f*ck with me.

Pink bottle .., yellow bitch shopper,
Pull it to the club LA my f*cking helicopter
It's another year … the year, see the badest b*tch
…paper like my neighbor…in the living room ..
She not stop, somebody lie, this b*tch …

Chorus
Push it … and I just got my hair runnin'
‘cause I got holla on me … a lot
Has my waist so skinny and my wait so chilli
You might put me .. thinking wanna f*ck with me.
Put your bans on, on ..pull it on ..
Has my wait so skinny and my waist so chilly
You might put me .. thinking wanna f*ck with me.

You still the ..b*tch in this rap shit
I don't f*ck with all…
I call the glow lickers , they wanna lick my glow,
I put …
I got a big sake …
My diamonds look like you can eat them …
I'm fly b*tch I'm making new moves …
[Trina - Waist So Skinny (Feat. Rick Ross) Lyrics on http://mp3lyricsmania.blogspot.com]

Chorus
Push it … and I just got my hair runnin'
‘cause I got holla on me … a lot
Has my waist so skinny and my wait so chilli
You might put me .. thinking wanna f*ck with me.
Put your bans on, on ..pull it on ..
Has my wait so skinny and my waist so chilly
You might put me .. thinking wanna f*ck with me.

Lil Wayne - If I Die Today (Ft. Rick Ross) Lyrics

Lil Wayne - If I Die Today (Ft. Rick Ross) Lyrics



[Lil Wayne]

Fo’ fo’ bulldog, my my pack

I point it at you and tell it fetch

I’m f-cking her good, she got her legs on my neck

I get p-ssy, mouth and ass, call it triple threat

When I was in jail she let me call her collect

But if she get greedy, I’ma starve her to death

Top down, it’s upset ? dick in the world and n-gga I aint ? yet!

You f-ck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck

The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet

The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch

I pay these n-ggas with a reality check

Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best

This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress

The money don’t sleep so Weezy can’t rest

An AK47 is my f-cking address, huh



[Rick Ross]

I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car



[Lil Wayne]

Load up the choppers like it’s December 31st

Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts

Cause if I die today, remember me like John Lennon

Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen, huh



[Rick Ross]

Big black, and an icey watch

Shoes on the coupe, that got a Nike shop

Counts the profits you could bring ‘em in a Nike box

Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might high, swish!

I’m swimming in the yellow, boss

In the red 911 looking devilish

Red beam make a n-gga sit down

Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time

Drop ?

Make it come back even harder than before

Baby I’m the only one that paid your car notes

Well connected I got killers in Chicago



[Rick Ross]

I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car



[Lil Wayne]

Load up the choppers like it’s December 31st

Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts

Cause if I die today, remember me like John Lennon

Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen, huh



[Lil Wayne]

Talk stupid get ya head popped

I got that Esther, bitch I’m red fox

Big bee’s, Red Sox

I get money to kill time, big clocks

Your f-cking with a n-gga who don’t give a f-ck

Empty the clip than roll a window up

Swe-swe-swe-sweet, center bun

I’m in a red, she said she

200 thou on a chain, I don’t need a piece

That banana clip, let ya ? speak

Dark shades, Eazy E

Five letters, YMCMB

F-ck that N-gga, f-ck that n-gga

I see ya looking, what ya looking at n-gga

You know the rules, kill em all and keep moving

If I died today it’d be a holiday



[Rick Ross]

I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car

So don’t make it come alive

Rip ya apart than I put myself together

YMCMB, double M, we rich forever

The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon bang

Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint

Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch

My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks

Son of a bitch, than I made a great escape

Aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes

Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I’m santa claus

N-ggas gather round, I got gifts for all of y’all

Take it home and let it bubble thats the double up

If you get in trouble that just mean you f-cking up

It’s a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up

I call the plays, muthaf-ck huddle up

[Lil Wayne - If I Die Today (Ft. Rick Ross) Lyrics on http://mp3lyricsmania.blogspot.com]



[Lil Wayne]

I’m not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car

Yeah

Rick Ross - Speedin' (ft. R. Kelly) Lyrics

Rick Ross - Speedin' (ft. R. Kelly) Lyrics

[Rick Ross]
Legendary, Runners, you know me, o ooooh, o ooooh
Trilla, o ooooh, o ooooh

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Every dollar that I count can't grow in my account
My account can't count up all my money in an hour
Cause it's comin too fast and I'm scared it won't last
Look that white girl in her face told her this was her last dance
GOD DAMN speed got my heart racin
See I don't have the nominations you can blame it on my occupation
Ceasar salad, Caesars Palace
You not a boss little nigga cause your cheese is average
In the Benz ak ridin shotgun
It's a Benz cause your broke 'til you got one
It ain't nothing do 100 in the maybach
Throwin money out the roof motherfuckin brake pads

[Chorus]
Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, speedin
I'm speedin, I can't stop it's all I know
From a youngin I was taught get doe
I'm speedin, speedin, I'm speedin

[Verse 2]
See people came lookin for me I got ghosts see the west coast
close and up in the lamontrose
Big money boss major
American idol, I got fans like fantasia
Read between the lines or yo ass like fantasia
Get hit between the eyes he died they can't save him
I'm a mosh I'm weevin no no but I'm speedin
Staring at the skyline I got a million on my mind I'm the best
and these pussy niggas running out of time Ricky Ross
I'm the chill quarter mill for the time piece
Ya I a bought a wheels like deals for the dime piece

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Sittin in the living room watching the Grammys
Wishing that was me that was on the Grammys
All I needed was someone to get behind me money rain on me
I was a D turmin I'll thirty shows a mill
Homey help me out cause this boy is a drug dealer
Nap time cause my gift grew wings
And now I'm flying down like the cool crew winds
Kells and ross on the hollywood scene
Red carpet and it's smellin like green
Now foss cause I got paid off collabo'
Was the hit hip-hop and R&B boss

[Chorus]
[Rick Ross - Speedin' (ft. R. Kelly) Lyrics on http://mp3lyricsmania.blogspot.com]

We fly I think somebody followin we hear the helipad with ya bitch
You worth fifteen million baby don't try to blow it all in one week
Overseas boss (I'm speedin I'm speedin)
I'm a fly away on you haters
And I came up so fast movies, endorsements, films...
We own things... boss boss boss

Rick Ross - Aston Martin Music (ft. Chrisette Michelle & Drake) Lyrics

Rick Ross - Aston Martin Music (ft. Chrisette Michele & Drake) Lyrics

[Chorus: Chrisette Michele]
We bobbin to the music this is how we do it(all night)
Breezin down the freeway just me and my baby(in our ride)
Just me and my boss no worries at all
Listening to Aston Martin Music Music

[Hook: Drake]
Would have came back for you
I just needed time to do what I had to do
Caught in the life I cant let it go
Whether thats right I will never know(ugh but here goes nothin)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
When Im alone in my room sometimes I stare at the walls
Automatic weapons on the floor but who can you call
My down bitch, one who live by the code
Put this music shit aside get it in on the road
Lot of quiet time, pink bottles of Rose
Exotic red bottoms, so-bodied glittered in gold
Following fundamentals Im following in the rental
I love a nasty girl who swallow is on the menu
And money triple up when you get it out of state
Need a new safe cause Im runnin out of space
Now Im Roy Jetson Im somewhere out of space
In my two-seater she the one that I would take

[Chorus: Chrisette Michelle]

We bobbin to the music this is how we do it(all night)
Breezin down the freeway just me and my baby(in our ride)
Just me and my boss no worries at all
Listening to Aston Martin Music Music

Hook: Drake

Would have came back for you
I just needed time to do what I had to do
Caught in the life I cant let it go
Whether thats right I will never know(ugh well here goes nothin)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Pull up on the block in a drop-top chicken box
Mr. KFC DBS is in the watch
Livin fast where its all about that money bag
Never front you take it there aint no comin back
Top down right here is where she want to be
That's why golds unfold right in front of me
Eveytime we fuck her soul take ahold of me
Addicted like Pookie that pussy be controllin me
That thang keep callin
Fuck maintain boy I gotta keep ballin
Pink bottles keep comin
James Bond coup pop clutch 100

[Chorus: Chrisette Michele]

We bobbin to the music this is how we do it(all night)
Breezin down the freeway just me and my baby(in our ride)
Just me and my boss no worries at all
Listening to Aston Martin Music Music

[Hook: Drake]
Would have came back for you
I just needed time to do what I had to do
Caught in the life I cant let it go
Whether thats right I will never know(ugh but hear goes nothin)

I talk slicker than a pimp from Augusta
Who just had his linen suit dry-cleaned, bitches, what's up witcha?
I hate callin' the women bitches, but the bitches love it
I took some sense and made a nickel of it
I'm urgin' all daughters to kiss they mothers
With those lips that all that lipstick covers
You're never too grown up to miss and hug her
And girls countin' on me to be there like missin' rubbers
I'm on some Marvin Gaye shit, a bunch of distant lovers
This ain't the life that I'm used to
Reintroduced to people I've been introduced to
Did you forget me? Or are you too scared to tell me that you met me
And fear that I won't remember, I wish you could still accept me for me
I miss Memphis, Tennessee, my cousins, my dad
The simplistic beauty that all of them Southerners have
I'm halfway across the world with dozens of bags
Feelin' like all four members of Color Me Badd
In one nigga, amazing shit
I got that Courtney Love for you, that crazy shit
I don't drink every bottle I own, I be agin' shit
And I got them wedding ring flows, that engagin' shit
Which one of y'all got fleets on your keychains? The seats for these Heat games?
I really think you stare at yourself and you see things
La Familia, I've been inducted and instructed
To stunt on these niggas we don't really fuck wit
Fuck is up?
Havin' lunch and debatin' Ferrari prices
23 and goin' through a midlife crisis
But trust me, I still deliver like a midwife
And no, I'm not sayin' I'm the nicest, I just live like it
Uh, it take a certain type of man to teach
To be far from hood, but to understand the streets
I never threw away that paper with my Grammy speech
Because I haven't hit the pinnacles I plan to reach
Yeah, you gotta own it if you want it
Kisses all on her body, she tells me live in the moment
And, baby, I'll never forget none of that
Girl, I told you I was coming back
[Rick Ross - Aston Martin Music (ft. Chrisette Michele & Drake) Lyrics on http://mp3lyricsmania.blogspot.com]

Aston Martin Music Music(2x)

Rick Ross - Lay Back Lyrics

Rick Ross - Lay Back Lyrics

[Rick Ross]
Time is money (mula) Mind is funny (yes)
Trust me she lying if she denying she love me
Make up ya mind you been on and off (Ross)
Platinum petron come take shots with a boss

[Chorus: Robin Thicke]
If you came to get the party started
Girl just say lalalalalaaa
I want to put my hands all over your body
Girl come this way Nananananaaa
What you gon’ do oo-oo, if I touch you
If I put my lips on you oo-oo
If we took you back to the crib just me and you oo-oo
All night I want to play just say lalalalalaaa
Just take off your clothes and just lay back
All you gotta do is just lay back
Would you do this for me baby Just lay
Back, lay back (Boss) lalalalalaaa

[Rick Ross]
Girl I’m bright as a bezel, and you sexy as ever
Shorty what’s on your brain, cause whatever is clever
Number one at whatever, I get bundles of cheddar
This that black cloud you deserve wonderful weather
Run a few errands (Ross), summers in Paris
Never shopping in clearance, don’t make me embarrased
She never a bird, but baby my parrot

Her flavor superb, I pay her with carrots
My house is her home, I made her a palette
Maybe being too modest, my shit more like a palace
Follow the waterfalls, as it makes you wetter
Shawty brace yourself, it’s only getting better
[Rick Ross - Lay Back Lyrics on http://mp3lyricsmania.blogspot.com]

[Chorus: Robin Thicke]

[Rick Ross]
See shawty laid back, so we laid up
When I fade to black, we always made up
This shit ain’t made up, look what I’m made of
Look what I made brah, don’t owe no favors
Have 700s, first one to get it
My car’s a virgin, first one to hit it
Hit the rim shop, get ‘em to the hood
Stop by her momma house, that’s if I’m feeling good
Now I need a fifth, time to hit the strip
I’ma hit the club, I’ma buy the VIP
We spending money, I’m talking slick
I hope she ride me, I’m talking stick

[Chorus: Robin Thicke]

[Rick Ross]
I’m too tipsy to drive, she so sexy tonight
Man ain’t treating you right his bank
Account can’t be in sight
Shawty you need a plus, you need a rush
No need to lie, baby you need to fuck

[Robin Thicke]
Came to get it started girl
Put my hands all over you girl
I touch you put my lips on you girl
Na na na na naaa