[Intro: Rick Ross]
It started with a Monte Carlo
Then, went and got a beamer
Her mom call me a D-boy
She said yes, he is a dreamer
Two tickets to the Matinee
Me and shorty way back in the day
Now, she's into films
Our thing just starts to dim

You know when you dealing with a bad boy, baby
I gotta keep it triller
Even if it hurt, you know

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I won't sing to you like Chris and Ne-Yo
But I'm fresher than a stick of deo'
Take you to a place where the chef is Creole
Black beach right next to Rio (Ah)
Running out the house just to flip
Dice in my pocket, I'm with the CeeLo
Pull up to the crib and I hit Dawn
Beep-beep, Rick Dinero (Boss)
And I quip the Lada (Word)
That's right, let me flip the car though (Ah)
In the wind, might hit Chicago (Ah)
She might pick the cargo, yeah
Let's skip Apollo, Calorado's my Picasso (Boss)
We ride or die (Die)
She my little vato (Boss)
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