Blow

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