Hit U From the Back Rick Ross (Ft. Rodney)

[Intro: Rodney]
Ya see sugar, I been yearnin' to hold you
Now I'mma be straight up and down witcha
Cause that's the only way I know how to be
Now baby I'mma ask you one thing, can I hold ya?

[Chorus: Rodney]
Cock cock ya legs
Let me hit you from the back
Cock cock cock ya legs
Let me hit you from the back
Cock cock cock ya legs
Let me hit you from the back
Hit you from the back, hit you from the back, hit you from the back
Let me hit you from the back
Hit you from the back, hit you from the back, hit you from the back

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Met her down at the mall
Me and Gucci coppin' Gucci
Gucci that's my road dawg
Flippin' chickens for the sushi
Must’ve been the Creed Cologne
For baby girl to read my zone
Or them red monkey jeans
They made her wanna ring my phone
There they go, there they go
A big ol' pack of pretty bitches
There they go, there they go
We them niggas with them 6's
There they go, there they go
Countin' all that freaky money
See this freaky money, see this weekend money
Look at me, I cook for her
Then I make her cook for me
She make me cook her lobster tails
I make her go and cook a ki'
Catch a flight, first class
Don P every glass
Next year we private jets
In the clouds havin' sex
Cum once, cum twice
Rick Ross dumb nice
Baby girl take sum advice
And cum and fuck ya boy tonight
Come fuck with a fat nigga baby
Fuck with a rap nigga baby
I'm on my way
It's time to hit you from the back baby