Turnpike Ike Rick Ross

[Intro: 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 an emperor
An emperor
Man, I done got money everywhere nigga, but particularly that Turnpike south
It's really a blessing to a young nigga like Renzel

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Indictment on the way, got Sadow on the case
When you get your first kilo, it should be on your face
Nigga movin' like the Mob, hundred thousand Francs
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', testifyin', forgotten the time
Bottom line, your cars should get shot up like it were mine
20 round but the voodoo, let no harm be allowed
Map fout ou deyo, they all know the spirits when I 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, let's get the plane loaded
I put it on the Turnpike
Gold rims, whip wheel, blue bills, duckin' the termites

[Skit: Rick Ross]
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
Uh, you live for me? Everyday
You would die for me? Right now
Uh, double MG