Texty:
King Ross

(Instrumental)

It's one more year in the dream when you wake up It's hard to tell what is real and what's made up Step through the portal into your own time Fly through

I hit you with the weapon Don't be spillin' liquor all over my shit, give me a second Shiiiit, anyway, see we gotta get it up, fillin bottles up Let me [?] [Rick Ross

[Intro] Ay count that money for me partner Ay Ross make sure that nigga got that shit right, ya hear me? Ay, let a motherfucker go ding, that's a 150

Like Mike, my Spikes stay all white 24 karat gold, eighty carats worth of ice Ice insured, fuck life insurance I live for the moment, and put a bullet on that Ross

[Lil Wayne] Fo' fo' bulldog, my, my, my pack I point it at you and tell it fetch I'm f**king her good, she got her legs on my neck I get p**sy, mouth

with us The boy Big Mike still down with us Come in die candy sippin' the Tusk Niggaz in the south side down with us Fifth Ward down tah ride down with us Nore and Ross

it drop for the bitches Got a glock fo'-fifth, blow your head off wit' it Anything you hear that I said, I meant it King got the crown then sped off

of Dade (Trick Daddy) Born n raised, born, born n raised (And when I ride, I ride for 305) Born, born n raised in the County of Dade (Rick Ross) (Pitbull