[Intro: Rick Ross & Ne-Yo]
(Yes, y'all, it don't stop)
Rick Ross (Yes, y'all)
Triple C's
Multi-million-dollar player shit
For real, baby (Oh yeah)
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
When I first came 'round, you ain't really feel a nigga (No)
Once you felt me out, now your feelings getting bigger
He the man, I'm the boss, just flew off in the plane
Get lost off coast, you just fuck with Ricky Ross
Christian Louboutins with the red bottoms
Of course you'll floss, I bought you a white house (Girl)
White S65 got four hunnid
Keep a big magazine, bet her nigga don't want it (I bet he don't want it)
This divine, put the chips aside
I can't lick inside, but I'll kiss the sides
See, I'm a freak for the cash when I'm at the bank
I snеaks in the bag, got me sneakin' in thе back
Switched to the Maybach, now we freakin' in the back
Got me trippin', slippin' off my boxers, sneakers, and the gat (Not the gat)
The boss just doin' his job
Some mob to live but I live to mob, Ross
[Verse 2: Ne-Yo]
The room is spinnin' and I can't breathe
And, ooh, my head is just achin'
Hands won't stop sweatin'
And my knees, girl, they just won't stop shakin' (Shakin')
My stomach is turnin' flips and I feel sick, you see (Yeah)
And this is all just at the thought of you leavin' me
(Yes, y'all, it don't stop)
Rick Ross (Yes, y'all)
Triple C's
Multi-million-dollar player shit
For real, baby (Oh yeah)
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
When I first came 'round, you ain't really feel a nigga (No)
Once you felt me out, now your feelings getting bigger
He the man, I'm the boss, just flew off in the plane
Get lost off coast, you just fuck with Ricky Ross
Christian Louboutins with the red bottoms
Of course you'll floss, I bought you a white house (Girl)
White S65 got four hunnid
Keep a big magazine, bet her nigga don't want it (I bet he don't want it)
This divine, put the chips aside
I can't lick inside, but I'll kiss the sides
See, I'm a freak for the cash when I'm at the bank
I snеaks in the bag, got me sneakin' in thе back
Switched to the Maybach, now we freakin' in the back
Got me trippin', slippin' off my boxers, sneakers, and the gat (Not the gat)
The boss just doin' his job
Some mob to live but I live to mob, Ross
[Verse 2: Ne-Yo]
The room is spinnin' and I can't breathe
And, ooh, my head is just achin'
Hands won't stop sweatin'
And my knees, girl, they just won't stop shakin' (Shakin')
My stomach is turnin' flips and I feel sick, you see (Yeah)
And this is all just at the thought of you leavin' me
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