Blow - Rick Ross, Dre

Ricky Ross

Carol City Cartel

Cool & Dre

Designer jeans and a hand full of dough (Yeah)

Bottle of that Rose, pass me some mo'

I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes

Mo' money means more dough to blow (Bloooowwww)

Mo' bottles, there’s more dough to blow (Bloooowwww)

Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow

Way up in them Cali Hills, burnin' like the sunset

A nigga wit' a attitude, take it outta' context

Ridin' with that big thang, lookin' like a bomb threat

Bin Laden beard, Afghan in a bomb vest

Ross, stranded on death row

Makavali’s on the Maybach, kicks retro

She wanna gaze at the stars

Pull a panoramic view, Pull the haze out the jar

Rick Ross, I’m the best in the flesh

Gettin' blessed on a jet is a way to reflect

Hard work pays off, I’m a boss, you can tell

By the bottles in the pail, and the models that we share

I’m into real estate, in a realer state of mind

We came for trigga' play, 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

Designer jeans and a hand full of dough (Yeah)

Bottle of that Rose, pass me some mo'

[I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes

Mo' money means more dough to blow (Bloooowwww)

Mo' bottles, there’s more dough to blow (Bloooowwww)

Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow]

Mo' trips, mo' whips, mo' money, I’m mo' rich

Mo' haters, mo' clips, mo' jewels, mo' shit

Half a hundred grand in some rubber bands

Gats all flashed in my other hand

On the other hand, I’m still pitchin' underhand

All softballs, all bases covered man

Mo' trucks, mo' bucks, mo' freaks, mo' butts

I see the vision, from Club Vision to Privé

I get brain, I bust nuts, in each states

Soon as I see what I’m lookin' for

I sit up in that seat and cut em' off on them 24's

There it goes, baby girl come talk wit' tha' boss

I pop a rose bottles, you can kick ya shoes off

Designer jeans and a hand full of dough (Yeah)

Bottle of that Rose, pass me some mo'

[I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes

Mo' money means more dough to blow (Bloooowwww)

Mo' bottles, there’s more dough to blow (Bloooowwww)

Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow]

Ever seen a fat boy in a big body

Know you wanna see about me, all you do is think bout it

Lease apartments to get kicked out it

Next day, buy a condo to get a kick out it

Mill ticket for the view, this is what I do

When I’m on the beach, all my diamonds salt water blue

So let’s party like the pack jam, Pac-Man

Fifty grand, stacked 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 he a millionaire, look bitch you goin' far

This the movement, a few niggas' you wanna move wit'

Gucci on my feet, see I’m only in the new shit

Ha, they say life’s a bitch

But close ya eyes for a minute, and just bite this dick, it’s Ross

Designer jeans and a hand full of dough (Yeah)

Bottle of that Rose, pass me some mo'

[I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes

Mo' money means more dough to blow (Bloooowwww)

Mo' bottles, there’s more dough to blow (Bloooowwww)

Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow]

Designer jeans and a hand full of dough (Yeah)

Bottle of that Rose, pass me some mo'

[I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes

Mo' money means more dough to blow (Bloooowwww)

Mo' bottles, there’s more dough to blow (Bloooowwww)

Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow]