Bin Laden beard, Afghan in a bomb best
Get a lap dance and if you get my d*** hard
Cool and Dre
Bottle of that rosey, pass me some mo'
Bottle of that rosey, pass me some mo'
But he a millionaire, look ***, I'm goin' far
Mo' money, I'm mo' rich
I got mo' cars, mo' clothes
Designer jeans and a hand full of dough
Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow
Lease apartments to get kicked out it
Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh
I'm in a real estate and a realer state of mind
Mo' bottles, there's more dough to blow
Mo' bottles, there's more dough to blow
Mo' money means more dough to blow
By the bottles in the pail and the models that we share
Mo' money means more dough to blow
Next day, buy a condo to get a kick out it
Ha, they say life's a ***
I get brain, I bust *** in each states
Designer jeans and a hand full of dough
Mo' bottles, there's more dough to blow
I got mo' cars, mo' clothes
Know you wanna sit by me, all you do is think 'bout it
I sit up in that seat and cut her off on them 24's
Designer jeans and a hand full of dough
But close ya eyes for a minute
Wit tha Fat Man, certified Hood Star
I got mo' cars, mo' clothes
And just bite this ***, it's Ross
Mo' trips, mo' whips
Bottle of that rosey, pass me some mo'
Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow
On the other hand, I'm still pitchin' underhand
Hard work pays off, I'm a boss, you can tell
Designer jeans and a hand full of dough
Through a panoramic view, pull the haze out the jars
Soon as I see what I'm lookin' for
Mo' money means more dough to blow
I see the vision from Club Vision, the pre face
Half a hundred grand in some rubber bands
Gettin' blessed, on a jet is a way to reflect
Mo' money means more dough to blow
She wanna gaze at the stars
Bottle of that rosey, pass me some mo'
I got mo' cars, mo' clothes
I pop a rose bottle, you can kick ya shoes off
I'm tryna chill today, I got a million on my mind
Mo' freaks, mo' butts
When I'm on the beach, all my diamonds, salt water blue
Mo' haters, mo' clips
Mo' money means more dough to blow
Dice in my hand, one roll, I blow ya mind
A *** wit a attitude, take it outta context
Makavali's on the Maybach, kicks retro
There it goes, baby girl, come talk wit tha boss
Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow
Way up in them Tallie Hills, burnin' like the sunset
Mo' bottles, there's more dough to blow
I got mo' cars, mo' clothes
[Mill] take it for the view, this is what I do
This the movement, a few *** you wanna move wit
Gucci on my feet, see I'm only in the new s***
This ya last chance to hop up in that big car
All soft balls off, b*** a stunna, man
Mo' bottles, there's more dough to blow
Mo' trucks, mo' bucks
We came for trigga play, kill a *** for a dime
Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow
Stranded on death row
Bottle of that rosey, pass me some mo'
Gats all f*** in my other hand
Fifty grand, stacked in my lap, man
Designer jeans and a hand full of dough
Ridin' with that big thang, lookin' like a bomb threat
Let's party like the pack jam, Pacman
Mo' jewels, mo' s***
Ever seen a fat boy in a big body
