B.M.F. (Blowin’ Money Fast) Rick Ross (Ft. Styles P)

[Produced by Lex Luger]

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Ugh
Ugh
We blowing money fast on this side, nigga
Catch up, nigga

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I think I'm Big Meech (Ugh), Larry Hoover
Whippin' work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real niggas gettin' money from the fuckin' start
I think I'm Big Meech (Woo), Larry Hoover (Woo)
Gettin' work, hallelujah
One nation, under God
Real niggas gettin' money from the fuckin' start

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
My Rolls Royce triple-black, I'm Geechee, ho
Ballin' in the club, bottles like I'm Meechie, ho
Rozay—that's my nickname
Cocaine runnin' in my big veins
Self-made, you just affiliated
I build it ground-up, you bought it renovated
Talkin' plenty capers, nothing's been authenticated
Funny, you claimin' the same bitch that I'm penetrating
Hold the bottles up, where my comrades?
Where the fuckin' felons? Where my dogs at?
(Ugh!) I got that Archie Bunker
And it's so white, I just might charge you double