Tekst :

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

I have lost my heart
To a boy who can t be mine
I have fallen in love, with no use
I don t know how I came to be on this cloud
Thinking about your touch, makes me lost my ground
I want to...

With a pawnshop eyes and a second hand frown
she sat silent at the table
Her boots were brown, should she leave town
To play the role of lover ex-patriot
A nod to the waiter,always her flirty behavior,
You know she always gets one on the house
She pulls out a letter from a bag
Under her...

To jest milionowy numer
dla tych, co nie mogą zrozumieć
że ich dłonie brudne,
twarze obłudne to wstyd
mówisz to się staje nudne
palenie ognia, wszystkie brednie
a ten kto ma czyste serce
nie boi się wiecznie tych słów

oni spadają w ogień
lecą lecą w dół
oni spadają w ogień
lecą w dół
oni spadają w ogień
lecą lecą w dół
oni spadają...

I was on my way upstate, for felonies, Mac ll never see
The sunshine, these good old times, it s haunting me
My family is wanting me to break free
Plus it s looking as if I m about to die, in the arms of the justice...

Mmm...mmm...mmm...

I don’t wanna cry, I don’t wanna cry
I’m goin’ out in the rain, yes

I wanna go outside in the rain
It may sound crazy
But I wanna go outside (Go outside) in the rain

Now I, I think...