Prove Me Wrong Rick Ross (Ft. Devin The Dude)

[Hook: Rick Ross]
I'm cool with my women who be puffin' the dro
I got love for my bitches who be workin' the pole
Roll your eyes, make sure you're touchin' your toes
If you a gettin' money nigga keep cakin' them hoes
I'm aiight with them ladies who are faithful at home
We aiight when I like how you're makin' me moan
You a flawed trick if I'm not takin' you home
Cause I'm a ghetto millionaire 'til you prove me wrong

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
If you visit Miami, I'm the nigga to see
Park the truck, I see the animals, feelin' the Ds
Shoot 'em all, top down, so feelin' the breeze
Who to stop, pop rounds, stop bendin' on your knees
Come get knocked down, then chill on the beach
She was like, "Not now", what we did on the seats
Lit from the twat 'round, legs shut for a week

[Hook: Rick Ross]

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
My [?] the spot, [?]
Champagne bottles, pop and squeeze, lots of weed
[?] really off glass
Spend a weekend with Trina for small cash, I'm all that
Try to be funny, but got a little money
I used to dig her so she got a little from me
We used to club hop with dimes who suck cock
Then we back to the DoubleTree, let the women double me