Walkin On Air (feat. Meek Mill)

Rick Ross:

I pray we all live forever

I pray I'm a servant to all prophets

rich forever

Rick Ross:

Money on my head, pussy boy, that ain't enough

Bullet to your trap strapped in my armored truck

Your mami house next, tell that bitch to duck

Ain't no sympathying in the city streets

That's all I ever heard from my older G's

She say she love me, but I know she play for keeps

Slip a black snake in a nigga's sheets

Bought a bitch a hundred acres, all red roses

Half you niggas' Judas, I'm the son of Moses

Illuminated, resurrected as Selassie

Bob Marley through the trumpets on the day I die

Rolls Royce's on dirt roads, we dopeboys

Baptized by the dopeboys, ordained by the assholes

My salvation is the cash flow, wow, oh

I'm walking on air

I'm talking big, bitch, I'm talking big

I'm talking big, bitch, I'm talking big

We do it big, bitch, we do it big

Rick Ross:

I'm into fashion, nigga, trying to bap this

My loyalty respected all across the atlas

I can have you and your team finalized

All your kids scream in your mouth, cyanide

Holy Ghost, the divine spirit

My heart pure, he a real nigga

She let me fuck early so she trustworthy

Her pussy sacred so she getting all the purses

In his name I'm Supreme Lord

The Book of Leviticus is the spring boy

Jesus Christ, look at this nigga's ice

Better yet, look at this nigga's life

Meek Mill:

You already know, I give and go and I get that dough

Nigga with that O, I move that shit like tic tac toe

And these be niggas hating like ''Meek Mill, how you get that hope?''

Cause I get that dough, and I switch that flow, just check my style

Look at that gold on my wrist on some shit

Make a call, ''who is this?'', think it's Benjie on the line

And he called, tried to flip, what I do?

Make a call, call Papi, four brick in

Papi call José cause José got fifth

Now I'm 30,000 feet up with my feet up, rolling weed up

Pussy niggas couldn't blow us, couldn't beat us

Throwing curveballs in the field to get your ear like Derek Jeter

Double M, that's the team, I love to G us, yeah

Rick Ross:

Wait a minute, wait a minute

Wait a minute, wait a minute

Wait a minute, wait a minute

I'm talking big, bitch, I'm talking big

I'm talking big, bitch, I'm talking big

We do it big, bitch, we do it big

Rick Ross:

Fuck a tutor, better get a shooter

Teach your ass a lesson when they running to ya

Fiends lining up like we having communions

This my daily bread and you niggas consumers

All I ever wanted was to make the scrilla

Have a recording session with J.Dilla

Selassie, Exodus

Corinthian, Leviticus

I'm on that bus, I study well

Getting money, bitches know me well