[Verse 1: Bun B]
I'm the king of the trill, and the king of the coca
My city's on fire, And my vida is loca
Bubble kush, I'm a smoker, Canaries, I'm a croaker
Tuck on my team and we'll get you touched like Tony Toca
Yeah, I fuck with Cubano, & Mexicano, Columbiano, Even Dominicano
Not to mention boricuas, That be serving the geekers (Geekers)
Stackin that bread while gettin’ head from the finest of chicas
See I come from Port Arthur, and it's a port town
Where we importin the white and we export brown
I'll take all I can get and I'll getcha all you can take
We sell it all, from twenty packs to eight-balls, to the shake
See I'm like an Ochoa, Rick Ross is my Pablo
All we need is a wrapper, And this team is diablo
I'm the daddy of dope, So just call me the padre
If you don't like it, chinga tu madre I push it to the limit
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I'm pushin it, Push, I’m pushin it, Push
I'm pushin it, Push, I gotta (Push it to the limit) x2
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I'm poppin now, It's the boss
We got it poppin now, She done took it off
I'm Ballin baby, big bus of bubble kush and I'm gravy
In a grey Mercedes movin yay like big guy did in the eighties
I see ya pushin it, Know what'cha lookin at
Nigga don't trip, hollow tips on the tip of that
A million dolla flip, don't trip, Imma triple that
Rick, triple platinum off the rip, and Imma triple that
I'm in the Phantom cause I'm rich, I’m whippin’ that
Brick in the Phantom like a bitch, I’m pimpin’ that
You know Imma shine ‘cause I shine all the time
Hundred grand for the watch, for my dogs doin’ time
You dudes superstitious, dealing with stupid bitches
I got supermodels, cookin’ me Cuban dishes (Ross)
On the regular, people tappin’ my cellular
But it's triple C's, no seeds, y’all regular
See's no nigga, these G's are federal
Push it to the limit, young nigga, whatcha better do
I followed my dreams, Put God first
Mama said you'll get rich with a lil hard work
I'm the king of the trill, and the king of the coca
My city's on fire, And my vida is loca
Bubble kush, I'm a smoker, Canaries, I'm a croaker
Tuck on my team and we'll get you touched like Tony Toca
Yeah, I fuck with Cubano, & Mexicano, Columbiano, Even Dominicano
Not to mention boricuas, That be serving the geekers (Geekers)
Stackin that bread while gettin’ head from the finest of chicas
See I come from Port Arthur, and it's a port town
Where we importin the white and we export brown
I'll take all I can get and I'll getcha all you can take
We sell it all, from twenty packs to eight-balls, to the shake
See I'm like an Ochoa, Rick Ross is my Pablo
All we need is a wrapper, And this team is diablo
I'm the daddy of dope, So just call me the padre
If you don't like it, chinga tu madre I push it to the limit
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I'm pushin it, Push, I’m pushin it, Push
I'm pushin it, Push, I gotta (Push it to the limit) x2
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I'm poppin now, It's the boss
We got it poppin now, She done took it off
I'm Ballin baby, big bus of bubble kush and I'm gravy
In a grey Mercedes movin yay like big guy did in the eighties
I see ya pushin it, Know what'cha lookin at
Nigga don't trip, hollow tips on the tip of that
A million dolla flip, don't trip, Imma triple that
Rick, triple platinum off the rip, and Imma triple that
I'm in the Phantom cause I'm rich, I’m whippin’ that
Brick in the Phantom like a bitch, I’m pimpin’ that
You know Imma shine ‘cause I shine all the time
Hundred grand for the watch, for my dogs doin’ time
You dudes superstitious, dealing with stupid bitches
I got supermodels, cookin’ me Cuban dishes (Ross)
On the regular, people tappin’ my cellular
But it's triple C's, no seeds, y’all regular
See's no nigga, these G's are federal
Push it to the limit, young nigga, whatcha better do
I followed my dreams, Put God first
Mama said you'll get rich with a lil hard work
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