Blow Rick Ross (Ft. Dre)

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Ricky Ross
Carol City Cartel
Cool & Dre

[Chorus: Rick Ross & Dre]
Designer jeans and a hand full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle of that Rose, pass me some mo'
I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
Mo' money means more dough to blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' bottles, there's more dough to blow (Bloooowwww)
Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Way up in them Cali Hills, burnin' like the sunset
A nigga wit' a attitude, take it outta' context
Ridin' with that big thang, lookin' like a bomb threat
Bin Laden beard, Afghan in a bomb vest
Ross, stranded on death row
Makavali's on the Maybach, kicks retro
She wanna gaze at the stars
Pull a panoramic view, Pull the haze out the jar
Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh
Gettin' blessed on a jet is a way to reflect
Hard work pays off, I'm a boss, you can tell
By the bottles in the pail, and the models that we share
I'm into real estate, in a realer state of mind
We came for trigga' play, kill a nigga for a dime
I'm tryna' chill today, I got a million on my mind
Dice in my hand, one roll, I blow ya mind