Thumbin’ Rick Ross

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Yeeaahh..!
You know I had to fuck with my nigga's shit
You know what I'm talking about
This is all I do nigga
Touch money and touch bitches
Talk shit and swallow spit
Aaahhhhhhhhhhhh..!

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Huuh.. She in love with my hustle, the Lamborghini, the 'Rari
I put TVs in the back.. Sega, Dreamcast, and Atari
Play with it!
I'm blowing loud, smoking out a trash bag
Tony Montana real estate, go check my lap back
I'mma back to back like we riding through Bahgdad
Got them choppas gold plated, bitch nigga back back
I met her on the pole, I let her ride
I let her see some cake, I know I'm out of sight
Thumbin' through the check, thumbin' through the check
Three hundred on my wrist, swear to God I won't confess
Thumbin' through the check, thumbin' through the check
Three hundred on my wrist, another hundred on my neck

[Chorus: Rocko]
Up in every early morning man I gotta
Fuck a money machine that's what I do
I sell a bit then finger-fuck through it
Bet my most everything I do since I was two
I don't know about you though but I'm gone do it
That's all I love to do
That's all I wanna do
All day, every day (Ayy!)