Turnpike Ike - Rick Ross

I told her that she can't fuck me like a king no more

I told her she gotta make love to me like I'm a emperor, a emperor

Man, I done got money everywhere nigga but particularly that Turnpike south

It's really a blessing to a young nigga like Renzel

Indictment on the way, I'll say that on the case

When you get your first kilo, it should be on your face

Nigga movin' like the mob, hundred thousand franks

Dry land when you wanna be out on the lake (Swish)

Determined to be one of the fortunate men

Bitches come from everywhere, once the hustlin' commence

I see you prayin', testifying, forgotten the time

Bottom line, your cars should get shot up like it were mine

20 round but the voodoo, let no humbie allowed

Mafutu, they'll all know the spirit when I'll be aroused

Made it to star island, started with a nickel rock

Who thought a project nigga get to get a yacht?

Two million dollars cash in the Range Rover

Opa-Locka airport lets get the plane loaded

I put it on the turnpike

Gold rims, whip real, blue bills duckin' the termites

I'ma let one of my bad bitches tell y'all how much paper I got

Baby, what we living like?

Twenty houses

What else?

Fifty cars

Yeah, what that make you feel like?

Priceless baby

Huh, you live for me?

Everyday

You would die for me?

Right now

Huh, Double MG

Turnpike, real earner, Ted Turner (Me)

Whip it in the kitchen that boy was a fast learner

Tryna live it up, two millions tucked in that new Bentley truck

Ain't too many I can trust so shooters is a must

I reminisce when it was hit or miss

I was innocent 'til I hit a lick

Seven figures on a nigga mamma couch

Don't want it here nobody talking 'bout their drought

I'm chilling in the yacht and my Mitchell & Ness

Stitches in my breaches, fifty-seveness

Switchers you can smell 'em on the internet

Ain't beefing with nobody 'cause I'm killing it

I toss the pistol on the car chase (Wow)

They walk into the church just like the boy Mase (Lord)

I'm the man out in Barcelona (Boss)

Got a couple of bad bitches out in California

Real language, biggest

Tell these niggas some old shit bae

Baby, you're the biggest (Huh, your fine ass)

The biggest boss, you're my boss baby

How much money we gonna get?

We gon' get all of it baby (Huh) We gon' take it all honey

Turnpike Ike (Huh)

You're the biggest baby, you're the boss

Go get a room, I'd rather turn 'em, I'm an [?]

I'm making move with all my range, you better call the cops

Second week, and I just had to go buy me a drop

Slick remarks and I'm in county, you licking the shot

Cold games, I gotta step out on [?] first

Gill green, the way I capture the moment with words

City mine, I keep the killers to fill up the church

Swear to God, the quarter kilo won't get you a verse

Bring mine, stay on time, and that's where we resign

Meanwhile, we'd be having such a meaningful time

Spiritual nigga, baptize up in G5

With bad bitches who's idols feel with Nicki Minaj

Rags to richest, now I move with beautiful women

Newfound, new beginning, one day dada I grew to be winning

If you looking for me catch me on the turnpike

And when you see me, I'ma show what this work like, nigga

Fuck you think this is?

Turnpike Ike nigga

Isaac Hicks, rest in peace OG

Big Mike, Michael Delancey

Free Michael Delancey

Kenneth Williams, long live Black Bo

Carol city shit nigga

You're a thoughtful nigga, boss

They won't ever be a boss as big as you baby

You're the biggest, the bigges boss

You're the biggest, the bigges boss

You're the boss, you're the boss