I Think She Like Me Rick Ross (Ft. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: Rick Ross]
This the flyest shit ever
This that Rich Forever part two
Uh, uh

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Layin' in my bed, I'm under these gold chandeliers
Can't say too many names in here these kinda years
Nice sweaters and these icy diamonds on my wrist
Ice Cube lookin' nigga, you know life a bitch
I once got no allowance, now I got the crown
I said I was The Boss, nobody made a sound
Really had to see them things, this level story tellin'
Who else could flip a chorus into forty million?
Out in Cannes with Leonardo DiCaprio
While out on bond, pray I go to trial rapido
Eight felonies, tellin' me wanna give me life
Every nut I bust, really I gotta do it twice
Ricky Ronaldo, really when I'm in Portugal
I pull a yacht out, this weekend, I'm fuckin' so-and-so
Cameras flash, paparazzi layin' in the grass
Tom Brady my new neighbor, you can tell 'em that

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
(Ooh) Uh, I think she like me
Oh, I think she like me
I know her nigga don't like me
With your bitch right now, yeah, I might be (Ooh)
Sippin' this right now, yeah, we might be (Ooh, ooh)
Might hit her from the back, let her ride me (Ooh, ooh)
Girl, you'll never meet another nigga like me (Ooh, ooh)
Girl, you'll never meet another man like me