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Rick Ross - Richer Than I Ever Been Album Lyrics



Rick Ross - Richer Than I Ever Been Album Lyrics






Little Havana

My name is Willie Falcon
I was the undisputed king in the cocaine industry
From the mid '70s through the '80s and into the '90s
If you snort cocaine back in those days
There was 85 percent chance it was my cocaine
I helped build Miami skyline into what it is today
20 billion dollars got me 27 years in federal prison
I always live by the code of honour
That's why my best days are ahead of me
I am richer than I've ever been
I would like to send my love to my friend Rick Ross
Rick, I'm immensely appreciated
In giving me love and keeping my name
In your music for the past two decades
It rocks me that I had your support for so many years

You gotta learn to use your mind
To help keep you out of certain situations (oh)
I'ma make it clear as I can
For you young niggas, you hear me? (oh, yeah yeah)
Biggest (Maybach Music)

Problem was I never was a prodigy
Possibly, my biggest flaw was lack of modesty
Diabolical means never knew college degrees
Sippin' coffee at a cafe on college, capisce?
Niggas soul being sold and still on a leash
Roger Goodell boy, he ain't a corneich
I was really throwin' money, I really saw Meech
And I let them rapper niggas get closer to Meek
It ain't 'bout who made the most but let's make a toast
'Cause a lot of niggas told and kept it on the low (oh yeah)
I was self made, nigga, never won a vote (oh yeah)
And before a record label, shit, I wanted coke
I'm talkin' L.A. Reid, the biggest babyface
This for my niggas in the prisons sippin' Gatorade
All the hitters takin' pictures for they babies made
Or baby mamas in the projects tryna make a way (oh)
Niggas lookin' funny when you get the hunnids (oh yeah)
I gotta school of gunnas that'll get 'em punished (oh yeah)
Because I'm on the streets they consider me cunning (oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
Hit you bitches in a Tesla, the push of a button (oh)
If she got up in the coupe then she gotta be f*ckin'
Fifty restaurants but a lot of me hungry (M-M)
These niggas wanna gossip, I just want the dollars
All black Phantoms, going south from Collins (oh yeah)
Villains know we killin', so that ain't a problem (oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
I'm gonna stack my money, be a better father
You could pare me down, but I got it regardless
Shades that I'm rockin', they gotta be goggles (oh)
When we plot to kill 'em, we send a few a bottles (oh)
Set 'em up like 2Pac, get 'em to rob 'em (oh)
I always loved BIG, shit, I did it big
I released Omarion, he began to fizz
Double M the kids now we back to biz'
Thirty six a brick, baby, here it is
My niggas in designer but we militant (oh yeah)
I got the city on my back and that's just what it is

Two twenty on the dash still couldn't stop us
I just got back, took my girl to the Opera
'Cause Ojek got back, he went and bought a chopper
As if it couldn't get worse, we lost Kobe in a 'copter
Three months later, niggas forget all about you
Always doubt you, now they can't live without you
Did you cry for the men or did you cry for the fame?
Did you pour out for the pain?

I've been around this world so many times, I
It's love and loyalty, by any means
I've been around this world so many times, I
I know to never pray amongst your enemies
Been around the world too many times now
That new shit's feelin' old to me
And trustin' new niggas been old to me for so long
When the real niggas coming home? (M-M)
Home (it's been a mean world without you)
Yeah, shouldn't I, baby, shouldn't I?
When the real niggas coming home?
Home (it's been a mean world without you)
Yeah, shouldn't I, baby, shouldn't I?
(Maybach Music)
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Writer: Andy Morris, Augusto Guillermo Falcon, Ian Owen Devaney, Jahaan Sweet, Lisa Jane Stansfield, Matthew Samuels, Nick Brongers, Terius Nash, William Leonard Roberts
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






The Pulitzer

(M-M-M)

Uh, uh
Huh
Check

They can't believe that them niggas returned
We the one that the bitches prefer
In the club, we party until we get sweaty
In her eyes, I can see that lil' mama been ready
Hold my dick, doin' biz' with Liz Claiborne
Politics, I been rich, so I can pay for it
Dr. J in the bank, scorin' title in the paint
Ray Kroc on my block, double cup my purple drank
They watchin' me close, even readin' my lips
Bussin' the 4-5, then I'm pleadin' the fifth
And I'm leavin' as if, that's a meeting I missed
Such a wonderful time, even blew 'em a kiss

Timbaland rich, two-fifty a beat
You should see his new crib, even came with a street
Still be touchin' the white, talkin' that Bubba Sparxxx
It's got a double-R on it if it's one of ours
Run along, boy, if you don't want a war
I got a prize, motherf*cker, it's The Pulitzer
Woop, woop
It's Ferro Dinero

They say that the flow is facetious
Fat boy just keep fillin' the bleachers
Went from sellin' yayo in the nosebleeds
Young niggas only got rich with the wrong things
I'm thankful for melodies that the song bring
Rhymin' longer than prison sentences in New Orleans
My nigga did a dub, now he out the feds
Shit, it's hard to feel the love when you takin' meds
Them Percocets, they had me on the ledge
Twenty million cash, yes, that's called success
Thousand acres, my own Metropolis
And he still hustle with dominance
Niggas fake and I can tell by the pics
Instagram should take down your page for all those counterfeits
Gettin' money, you're still boobie gang
No colors, no flags, just let the toolie bang

(M-M-M)
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Writer: Timothy Mosley, William Leonard Roberts
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Rapper Estates

I pray for us all
In the immortal words of the brother Malcolm X
Yo, yo, yo (M-M-Maybach Music)

Back's against ropes, win the case
Then it's back to bein' broke, I know the place
Where the rats and the roaches would race
Now it's rap niggas' smoke-filled estates
Who envisioned my initials in the gates? (M-M-M)
Confidential but these bitches know they place
Countin' C-notes, kilos like I'm cuttin' cakes
Even Janet Reno know a nigga race
Prince appeal poppin', sippin' Purple Rain
Ask me how I feel, I tell you I no longer feel the pain
Kill the game, that's three-hundred for the chain
And it don't include the charm just to show you who the king
Hunnid cars just to show you we at odds
That's beginnin' how you dress to your weed and cigars
Stay on the phone but I limit all remarks
Just remember, we the mob and regarded as a God
They want informants on the click side (click side)
They wanna know how low the bricks fly (bricks fly)
They wanna know a nigga dick size (dick size) (check one, two, one, two)
Even though they know I'm livin' big time (big time)
Biggest (yeah) (M-M-M)
It's incredible

Yo, I came home with a connect and got started abruptly
That's five figures off a chicken I bought at Kentucky
We did that twice, then invested in artists that's hungry
Then change a young nigga life and launder the money, wait
No handouts, I'm goin' on three summers legit
Machine, Cutter and West, and me, each one of us rich
Before I did it, they ain't know these numbers exist
A nigga left the plug, then blew up three hundred to six, mmh
Yeah, Forgiatos veerin', smokin' while I'm starin' (while I'm starin')
I don't gotta pick these hoes, they volunteerin' (volunteerin')
Jump out, diamonds glarin', flexin', why they starin'? (Why they starin'?)
I know you wanna take it, so that's why I wear it
I heard they wanna know how much the clique makin'
In this book of life, you can't skip pages
Got my strip quakin' off a wrist takin' big paper
I'm really in the field, you just Skip Bayless
Ah

It's incredible (huh)
Been a baller but you never been to base
Just a casket for kilo in a crate
Pray for pastors strapped outside of the gates
Young bastards never tappin' the brakes
Dumb rappers never ownin' the tapes (M-M-M)
Just tours and afterparties to make
More beefs and dirty bitches to chase
New shoes, expensive cars to race
Big Combs, just pay 'em off at a pace
I threw in the elevators and sat 'em right on the lake
Been in moments the business was at a break
I'm at a fork in the road, which way, Hov or Ma$e?
New crib, now add up all of the bills
The niggas you wanna kill, another slice of the cake
More ice and wiretaps from Vice
Rap, double M, they wanna lead a double life
Whack a nigga, need no receipts
Clap a nigga, leave 'em on the seat
Rappers always seem to be the wannabes
It seem like I'm the one they really wanna be

Rappers always seem to be the wannabes
It seem like I'm the one they really wanna be
(M-M-Maybach Music)
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Writer: Anderson Hernandez, Matthew Samuels, Rick Ross, Scotty L. Coleman, Jeremie Scorpio Pennick
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Marathon

(M-M-M)
I'm really just discussing this between me and you
Nobody else, it's just me and you (M-M-Maybach Music)

Richer than I've ever been, thought it'd make a lot of sense
Assume I was an honest student, how I deal with politics
Fired all the managers, thought it'd make a lot of sense
Things that I can manifest, now I'm makin' all the chips
Niggas got you checkin' in, 'cause they feel you counterfeit
Murder one and aggravated, still can send all kind of hits
Purchase homes in several states, realtors give me compliments, ha (M-M-M)
Really, we just opposites, do without the opulence
Really, it's just common sense
Nigga, I am more than rich
I am more than rich
Lil' homie, I am more than rich

AMG, that's upper scale, send them fools a hunnid shells
Belaire worth eight hundred mill, nigga, I got fruit for sale
I accept all challenges, they'll go for all amateurs
Put you on a t-shirt, boy, better yet a bannister
How you wanna handle this? Mother had them candles lit
Chairman of the 305, rarely do you feed your guys
Watch you as you rub your hands, I can see it in your eyes
Jealousy, that's in your soul, tell me what you sacrificed?

(M-M-M)
The envy won't be tolerated, so let's cut this conversation
And true love what I got for mine, otherwise it's complicated
Fake shit, just a fantasy, things you may have contemplated
Judas was a politician, made up like I'm Ronald Reagan
This is just a war on drugs, tell me how you feel about it
Black lives really matter now, tell Emmett Till about it
George Floyd was face down, as you niggas stood around it
Did your little FaceTimes, left the neighborhood astounded
The reason why I sold dope, I just want a way around it
BMs and my gold ropes, let you know I made allowance
Sacrifice your appetite, time to climb a major mountain
Marathon, it still continues, and I put my label on it
First I had to teach myself, then I started teachin' wealth
No longer am I seekin' shelter, no longer am I seekin' shelter
As a man, no longer am I seekin' shelter, ah
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Writer: Alain Goraguer, Nicholas Warwar, Samuel Saint-Jean, Tarik Azzouz, William Roberts
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Warm Words In A Cold World

Drop a hook on these niggas like I was Magic
Dr. J, but I'm blowing hay with the Mavericks
Metal detectors, but my lethal weapon plastic
Wet all the hecklers, how I deal with all the madness
I go shopping with bitches who into fashion
Spending numbers, go distance you can't imagine
Falcon, big Willie with all the assets
Wrap my face on the boats that go the fastest
A bad bitch, I'm busting all on your lashes
Fairy tale, this nigga living so lavish
L-O-L, these bitches bend over backwards
I fared her well, no tripping, go 'head and ask her
Iced out, this like Alaska
No need for running with them rappers
Now you running with the rich niggas
Let's go shopping for the drip with us

Uh, warm words in a cold world (cold world)
Iced out shorty and the homegirl (and the homegirl)
Iced out shorty and the homegirl (and the homegirl)
I'm Alaska (I'm Alaska)
I flew them bitches to Alaska (to Alaska, Wale, Double-M Genius)
Iced out shorty and the homegirl (and the homegirl)
Iced out shorty and the homegirl (and the homegirl)

Okay, live from the holy warehouse, all of my soldiers there
Niggas bearing arms for real, this shit like Soldier Field
And everything I've achieved was really off of skill
And everything they've received was on somebody bill
Blog era supervillain, I been hard to kill
Cannot be stopped 'til I turn this block into atom-ville
Olu, the pretty broads go too
I make them jawns get it together like 702
Ooh, yeah, I'm Alaska
Love a lot of women, but trust me, it never last though
Mm, I might fly to Alaska
Or maybe Miami, are you really Udonis Haslem?
Niggas sending shots, this the last call
Bunch of glass jaw niggas typing with they caps on
We ain't tripping, what you mad for?
You can have her back, she ain't even got a passport

Uh (dog, nah)
Warm words in a cold world (nah, cold world)
Iced out shorty and the homegirl (and the homegirl)
Iced out shorty and the homegirl (and the homegirl)
I'm Alaska (I'm Alaska, Pluto)
I flew them bitches to Alaska (yeah, to Alaska, yeah)
Iced out shorty and the homegirl (yeah, and the homegirl)
Iced out shorty and the homegirl (and the homegirl)

King Pluto, think I'm illuminati, Birkin boo
I just upgraded another one, the diamonds blue
Give her a dub for a purse, that ain't into a nigga
Give 'em a dub, get you murked, niggas murdering niggas
Ice vanilla chinchilla, niggas roll with the killers
Send load to the floor and then lay 'em like a caterpillar
I'm coast to coast, I do this shit, I'm mad familiar
I'm papi in Brasília
I know these streets'll kill you
I tripled up my net worth, went and purchased me a pavilion
I'm plugged in with Siberia
She compliment the swag, make a nigga feel imperial
Do the dash-dash, I get ghost with a baddie
Emilio Pucci gon' have a bitch splashy
Let her ride foreign just so she won't be tacky
Silent like a killer with that drr, let it ring
Since you wanted stars, gotta f*ck me like a king
Different lifestyle, different clarity for a queen

Warm words in a cold world (cold world)
Iced out shorty and the homegirl (and the homegirl)
Iced out shorty and the homegirl (and the homegirl)
I'm Alaska (I'm Alaska)
I flew them bitches to Alaska (to Alaska)
Iced out shorty and the homegirl (and the homegirl)
Iced out shorty and the homegirl (and the homegirl)
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Writer: Allie Wrubel, Roosevelt III Harrell, Herbert Magidson, Nayvadius Wilburn, Olubowale Akintimehin, William Leonard II Roberts
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Wiggle

Bitch, I'm the richest nigga ya know
And I'ma f*ck you better than any other
Rich nigga you done f*cked, ya heard me?
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
Yeah, get in line hoe (woo)
Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle

Yo (M-M-Maybach Music)
They offered thirty years, I beat it on the loophole (boss)
Two days later, nigga pulled up in a two-tone (huh)
Got bitches sleepin' on the floor like it's a group home
The only question I can see is where your moves? Ah
Got 'em takin' off they clothes like it's The Luke Show (Luke Show)
I'm the new king of Miami, even Luke know
I got a mansion on the beach, I'm talkin' two boats (Two boats)
And my new bitch of the week, I call her Deepthroat
Deepthroat, yeah, she got a deep throat
Bape sweats and a chemist with the kilos
Drop the top and all the hoes start hyperventilating
I gave 'em dick and then they all just turned to mental patients
Give 'em thirst advances under different circumstances
Uber to my house but go and get some purse and panties
You got a dope boy, you better live with it
Time of the month, you bleedin' on me, I'ma still hit it, uh

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, whoa (ayy)
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, whoa (ayy)
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, whoa (ayy)
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, whoa (ayy)

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
Them hoes on you gotta
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
If it ain't about a bag, gotta
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
To get the jeans on the ass, you gotta
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle

Uh, I hit Miami, I got Johnny on the trap phone (whoa)
Bad bitches, jet skis, we in that zone
Booby trap on a river, a hundred racks thrown
At Versace mansion sleepin' good like I'm back home
Boss bitch, give a f*ck what it cost, bitch
You ever bet against Dream, that's your loss, bitch
Wrist bussin', disgusting, my shit is frostbit (whoa)
Ms. Mamas in that Maybach, and this ain't Ross shit (Maybach Music)
On a big yachty, not a little boat (No cap)
My bitches f*ck with Cohiba's and do a little coke
Eggshell Birken bag, with a little yolk
If you ain't at the game courtside, you a little broke
I gotta giggle at niggas who not official
My rearview, blue lights flashin', I gotta wiggle
Shit in my trunk heavy, who know how much time it get you?
Yo Rozay, this shit outta here, we got a missile (Dream)

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
Them hoes on you gotta
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
If it ain't about a bag, gotta
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
To get the jeans on the ass, you gotta
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle

Whoa (ayy), wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
Whoa (ayy), wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
Whoa (ayy), wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
Whoa (ayy), wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle

Whoa (ayy)
Whoa (ayy), wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
Whoa (ayy)
Whoa (ayy), jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle
Whoa (ayy)
Whoa (ayy)
Whoa (ayy)
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Writer: Byron O. Thomas, Donald Cannon, Lyle Anthony Leduff, Samuel Saint-Jean, Tabatha Robinson, Terius Gray, William Leonard Roberts
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Cant Be Broke

I don't know, like me, I'm, I'm different, like
I ain't finna sit 'round and be broker than a bitch
I know for a fact I'ma get mines
Either I get that shit in blood
Or I'ma run up on your ass
'Cause boy, I'll never be a broke nigga, yeah
Put all that shit aside
Nigga, if I'm down on my, if I'm down on my dick
I won't ask you for shit
I'ma get it on my own, believe that
'Cause

You know I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke nigga (can't be a broke nigga)
You know I always keep it real, f*ck a ho nigga (f*ck a ho nigga)
And I don't need your love, f*ck your feelings (I don't need your love)
I had slid on your block (skrr), me and four killers (pew, pew)
I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke nigga (can't be a broke nigga)
You know I'ma always keep it real, f*ck a ho nigga (f*ck a ho nigga)
No, I don't need your love, f*ck your feelings (no)
I had slid on your block, me and four killers (pew, pew)

I'm a rapper, I got some niggas in the trap though (trap though)
Cut bricks up in the trap, the bitch'll never close (it'll never close)
What you know 'bout cookin' on the stove? (Stove)
Ayy, fiends come knockin' on the door, ayy
Feds outside, flush it all down the toilet (flush it all down the toilet)
Get money on this bitch, street nigga, he from Florida
Got four-five cars, know you niggas can't afford it (uh-huh)
Upped the pole to his face, if I want it, I extort it (yeah)
Who you with? ATK with the shit
We gon' slide on your block, broad day, with sticks (skrrr)
Two .30 Glocks, and they came with the dick
It's a loud stutter sound when the K get to spittin' (grr)
All I wanna do is get money (all I wanna do is get money)
Don't wanna go back to when I was bummy
Big racks, I got blue money (money)
You know I got it out the mud, Jumanji (Jumanji)

You know I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke nigga (can't be a broke nigga)
You know I always keep it real, f*ck a ho nigga (f*ck a ho nigga)
And I don't need your love, f*ck your feelings (I don't need your love)
I had slid on your block (skrr), me and four killers (skrr, pah, pah)
I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke nigga (no)
You know I'ma always keep it real, f*ck a ho nigga (f*ck a ho nigga, huh)
No, I don't need your love, f*ck your feelings (I don't need your love)
I had slid on your block, me and four killers (M-M-Maybach Music)

Niggas know I'm strapped, they can tell how I walk it (walk with it)
I'ma do you dirty if my dawg meant it (dawg meant it)
Got short money and a tall sentence (huh)
Beef so old, got mold in it (M-M-M)
Young nigga free, better go get it
You ain't killin', nigga, why your nose in it?
You ain't ridin', nigga, why you road in it?
You know we do him dirty when the pole in it
I'm prayin' for my niggas and my soul in it
Feds know a nigga played a role in it
Everywhere we go, they still patrolin' it (huh)
Still got it on me, I'm unloadin' it (grrr)
Kilo on the stove like it's pot roast (M-M-M)
Diamonds on my dawgs and my capos (huh)
Always stand tall but the top fold (huh)
And the next one I get, I pray it cost more (M-M-Maybach Music)

You know I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke nigga (can't be a broke nigga)
You know I always keep it real, f*ck a ho nigga (f*ck a ho nigga)
And I don't need your love, f*ck your feelings (I don't need your love)
I had slid on your block (skrr), me and four killers (skrr, pah, pah)
I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke nigga (no)
You know I'ma always keep it real, f*ck a ho nigga (f*ck a ho nigga)
No, I don't need your love, f*ck your feelings (I don't need your love)
I had slid on your block, me and four killers

Uh, okay, lightweight
Let me hit the lights, do this the right way
Wrong time, but we hit 'em in the right place
Yeah, it's gon' be a light day
F*ck a hat, we ain't stoppin' at no four way, no way
In this whip with 'bout four K's
Big drills, make 'em distinct
I gotta kill 'cause my family gon' miss me
I went to college but I made hood history, yeah
My dawg duckin', say you gotta put a dick on it
Like a bag hit, you better put a switch on it
He a freak, put on that loop, put a bitch on him
Gotta come pack rolls won't kick on me
And I'm always touchin' money, f*ck a broke nigga
I'd rather hang with them hoes 'cause they be ho niggas
You won't see me in no pic 'cause I don't know niggas
MMG 'til they put me in the floor, nigga (oh)

You know I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke nigga (can't be a broke nigga)
You know I always keep it real, f*ck a ho nigga (f*ck a ho nigga)
And I don't need your love, f*ck your feelings (I don't need your love)
I had slid on your block (skrr), me and four killers (skrr, pah, pah)
I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke nigga (no)
You know I'ma always keep it real, f*ck a ho nigga (f*ck a ho nigga)
No, I don't need your love, f*ck your feelings (I don't need your love)
I had slid on your block, me and four killers (skrr, pew, pew)
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Writer: Adam Pallin, Chad Thomas, Jonathan Shapiro, Jorge Rubio, Keyanta Bullard, William Roberts
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Made It Out Alive

From nothin' to everything that I asked for
From food stamps to stamps on the passport
Brown bag full of cash in the dash
Hit the gas, get the laws off my ass
Remember all them nights we didn't have on no lights
Tryna be a star, had to earn my stripes
Took a wrong turn, had to make it right
Don't cry 'cause I made it out alive, ayy (sheesh)
Don't cry, wipe your eyes, don't cry, I made it out alive
I'ma live, never die, don't cry, I made it out alive (M-M-Maybach Music)

Horror stories, my mama made it through the Holocaust
Candle burnin', them people came to cut the power off
Full of hatred, then come the questions, is the family sacred?
Everybody gotta show they hands, trust me, be patient (M-M-M)
Negativity grow like weeds in the flowerbed
Seen Gs turn into fiends, get a thousand years
Amphetamines, the meth told on a nigga steps
Everybody turnin' state, be careful what you rep
Gang signs, then "boom," step on a landmine
Disintegrated, was there for your baby nann time
I'm tryna show you niggas how this goes
Half of these niggas hoes, puttin' hits on all my foes
F*ckin' bitches on Okeechobee 'cause I'm ridin' full
Makazole ain't comin' home 'cause you niggas told
I'm still a ruby boy, movin' unruly, boy
Sellin' records, but my life a f*ckin' movie, boy

From nothin' to everything that I asked for
From food stamps to stamps on the passport
Brown bag full of cash in the dash
Hit the gas, get the laws off my ass
Remember all them nights we didn't have on no lights
Tryna be a star, had to earn my stripes
Took a wrong turn, had to make it right
Don't cry 'cause I made it out alive, ayy (sheesh)
Don't cry, wipe your eyes, don't cry, I made it out alive
I'ma live, never die, don't cry, I made it out alive

Your co-defendant testified and was so passionate
Shedded a tear when I found out you got a lighter sentence, whoa
Keep it real, I'm reppin' Black Bo (Maybach Music)
Cuban links, Dominicans, still touchin' cash flow
Where my money? I f*ck around and have you wet on Monday
Met in London, need a visa, reason I'm steppin' on it
Weapons drawn, you better chill, nigga, this double-R
Rolls-Royce, rollin' riders, baby, we come so far
West coast, I bless you niggas with another flow
Dr. Dre prescription, time for another episode
Two-seaters, peaches with me, she in some new sneakers
Gucci this, Gucci that, in the Hills gettin' weeded
Fentanyl by the jar and I think I really need it
Damn, I think I really need it
I'm feelin' like a prince, still in the elevator
Never leavin' footprints, baby, 'cause I'm levitatin'

From nothin' to everything that I asked for
From food stamps to stamps on the passport
Brown bag full of cash in the dash
Hit the gas, get the laws off my ass
Remember all them nights we didn't have on no lights
Tryna be a star, had to earn my stripes
Took a wrong turn, had to make it right
Don't cry 'cause I made it out alive, ayy (sheesh)
Don't cry, wipe your eyes, don't cry, I made it out alive
I'ma live, never die, don't cry, I made it out alive
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Writer: Doug McCorkle, Jaucquez Lowe, Matthew Burdette, William Roberts
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Outlawz

(M-M-M-M)
You have the gun, I'll take the wheel
If you say "Go", you know I will
And though this love has its flaws
We're forever outlaws (you are now listening to AraabMUZIK)
Maybach Music

You messed around but I forgave ya
Why do they still want me to hate you?
'Cause if I'm choosin' to forget it
Why can't they just mind they business?
'Cause I'm stuck, stuck like glue
'Cause I can't, I can't, I can't stop lovin' you
(M-M-M)

I wanna see my dawgs on the mountain tops
Them niggas only ballin' when they albums drop
I got a line of cars wrappin' 'round the block
And livin' better than these rappers rappin' 'round the clock
I built a golf course and a car porch
Since everybody askin', "Where your cars goin'?"
Mozzarella, now it's only tall cheddar
Most dope boys been a pallbearer
Package the product then you pick it up back in Bahamas
Talkin' them dollars, how I touch it, come off as a profit
You leave ya pistol home, then you're on your own
'Cause lil' one when it's on, they gon' do ya wrong
See you noddin' off on that fentanyl
If you're not a boss, boy, don't get involved (on God)

You messed around, but I forgave ya
Why do they still want me to hate you?
'Cause if I'm choosin' to forget it
Why can't they just mind they business?
'Cause I'm stuck, stuck like glue
'Cause I can't, I can't, I can't stop lovin' you

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (M-M-M)
Life full of VVS diamonds and bad choices (21)
Young nigga dreaming bout TEC-9s and Porches
It's cold, I keep my hoodie on (my hoodie on)
Glock 45, ready to get my boogie on
You pussy niggas panties showin'
My bitch say I talk in my sleep
I start park, drive and put it in reverse with my heat
Pistol talkin' back, I think I heard it cursin' at me (21)
It say, "You better not f*ck a bitch
Or write a verse without me" (On God, God)
The streets left me scarred (Me, scarred)
Nigga, I'm bleedin', but it's concrete showin' ('Crete showin')
So the karma don't catch up with me, I keep goin' (Keep goin')
Better come and get ya bitch 'cause she going (She on go)
This that straight drop, straight drop
All these other niggas re-rock (21)
Call my 9 Jada, she kissin', nigga, D-Block
Know some niggas out on the West, they reppin' Tree Top (On God)
These niggas still talkin' like bitches, I pray that shit stop (21)
I don't wanna hear yo' opinion about what's hip hop (21)
30 hangin' off of my bridges, nigga that's hip-hop (On God)

You messed around, but I forgave ya
Why do they still want me to hate you?
'Cause if I'm choosin' to forget it
Why can't they just mind they business? (M-M-M)
'Cause I'm stuck, stuck like glue
'Cause I can't, I can't, I can't stop lovin' you

Yes, uh (M-M-M)
They callin' it pandemic, when it's really life
The only way to separate the men and mice
Until you seem successful, you considered roguish
That's why you seen that nigga pull up in that Lotus
He got the 40 on him, up against his colon
Standin' in the club and know them niggas rollin'
We all got a purpose and my people servin'
All got some work in and I'm speakin' murders
Still be countin' funds until my fingers purple
Prayin' for your mother, but'll still hurt ya
Smokin' on a bag that I got from Berner
The bottles all black and that bitch a earner
Soldiers wavin' flags when they see the colonel
If you see the flash, then it don't concern you (on God)
Huh

You messed around, but I forgave ya
Why do they still want me to hate you?
'Cause if I'm choosin' to forget it
Why can't they just mind they business?
'Cause I'm stuck, stuck like glue
'Cause I can't, I can't, I can't stop lovin' you

Maybach Music
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Writer: Abraham Orellana, Cortes Blanes, Diamante Blackmon, Jazmine Sullivan, Marco Rodriguez Diaz, Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, William Roberts
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Imperial High

The imperial
(Maybach Music)

Money through the roof, and got it falling through the sky
Got me counting money on a Percocet high
Perpetuate petty niggas awaiting my demise
Noose around my neck, you'd think a young nigga kind
Lookin 'deep into my eyes, you wanna see me rise
Who was born comitting sins? You better watch the signs
King of all kings, black Rothschilds
One nigga from the south'll get you crossed out
So f*ck where you from and f*ck what you sold
Watch how you come or watch how it go
I diss who you fear 'cause I knew they'd fold
And now I'm richer than them niggas, I can do the most
Money through the roof, it's falling from the sky
Counting money on a Percocet high

I watch how you speak, I listen to your tone
The watches that you wear, this different time zones
Crispy calamari tears for the foals
Murder undercover strip from your clothes
Coupes for the curb, suicide doors
Suits to be served for the drug lords
Clubs full of haters, tips for the waiters
Body count, AK-47s made us
Bal Harbor shops, ninety in a knot
In Design District, boy, you see me at the top
Collins Ave, get the coco from the coast guard
Coast clear, let's reward the ones who cook raw
Dolce & Gabbana buttoned to the neck
Still hoping that Your Honor let the jury rest
It's buttoned to the neck
Praying that Your Honor let the jury rest

All I wanna do is watch the ship float
This the sunset, I'm talking big dope
Money through the roof, it's falling through the sky
Spent two hundred for the coupe, they wanna shoot inside
F*ck wearing vests I knew that wouldn't fit
I'm too slow to run, that'd get me flipped
They want me broke, but a nigga rich
I'm talking real money, and not just nigga rich
Rap beefs will get you niggas buried back east
At least, bitch, niggas better act easy
I bought the restaurant, you sold your metaphors
I held my niggas now, you hit the panic doors
I'm not impressed by the painting on these niggas walls
But will he really draw when in the midst the war
I do it for my homies up against the ropes
Twenty years in this, talking to a ghost
Money through the roof, it's falling through the sky
My homie in the pen' until the day he die
I put it on his books and give it to his wife
He told me not to visit him to live my life
Money through the roof, it's falling through the sky
All these broke niggas gotta run inside
Goyard luggage, I just wanna fly
I pray my niggas get to see that other side
Hundred bricks a boy out of Saint Croix
For the big belly-ass rude boy
Wah'gwan, Double-MMG, chaa, brrt (Maybach Music)
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Writer: Aldrin Davis, William Leonard Roberts
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Richer Than I Ever Been

Every day that you wake up, nigga, you richer than you ever been
Every day that you're free, nigga, you richer than you ever been
Now let's get to the motherf*ckin' money, nigga (huh)

Richer than I ever been
The richest that I ever been (bitch)
The richest that I ever been
Richer than I ever been (huh)
The richest that I ever been
The richest that I ever been
Richest that I ever been (huh)
The richest that I ever been
Time to get a bigger Benz
Richer than I ever been
The richest that I ever been
Richest that I ever been

Runnin' through the city, I perform like Jackie Gleason (Lord)
Bitches runnin' up, they say, "Rozay, I'm glad to meet ya" (I see you)
Money was the object, broke the kilo down to pieces (woo)
Runnin' through the mall, I got my niggas all new sneakers (all my dawgs)
Then we started ballin', time to get 'em all two-seaters (all my dawgs)
Then we got G-Wagons just to sit 'em on Adidas (lil' boy)
Flooded all the Pateks and it came with all the features (lil' boy)
Bitches never mad, it's time to run up all the visas (woo)
Gettin' money, only time for me I ever be at peace (huh)
I'ma build a mansion, sit it on Virginia Key
I'm the only one who did it biggest, Master P (I got it)
Talkin' nine figures, rappin' on these nigga's beats (boss)

Richer than I ever been
The richest that I ever been (lil' boy)
The richest that I ever been
Richer than I ever been (I'm the biggest)
The richest that I ever been (all them niggas broke, nigga)
Richest that I ever been (don't put no rap niggas)
Time to get a bigger Benz (in a category with me, nigga)
The richest that I ever been (I told y'all niggas)
Richer than I ever been (I was gon' get all the money)
Richest that I ever been (you niggas ain't sell no work,
The richest that I ever been (still ain't sellin 'no work)
The richest that I ever been (I'm gettin' to the money, nigga)

Heard they hit 'em twenty times, their mama screamin', "Hallelujah"
Repped the same block but where we from that's how they do ya (huh)
If you from the city, boy, you better rep the fullest (brrrt)
I came from the money, twenty B's and that'll do it (ah)
I'm the only one that fill the dough boys in them 'renas (you see it)
Worth a hundred million, when I say that, ho, I mean it (you see it)
Gucci on my back, I keep the bitches out my business (woo)
I'm just livin' lavish as I'm smokin' on a lemon (woo)
I be droppin' weed and I don't even stop to get it
Know you niggas watchin', let you pick it up and split it (haha)
Dig into your pockets, time to get up out your feelings (bitch)
When I hit my target, told you niggas, I'm the biggest (woo)

Richest than I ever been (lil' boy)
The richest that I ever been (lil' boy)
Richer than I ever been
Richer than I ever been (been the biggest)
The richest that I ever been (Double-M, the richest, M-M-M)
Richest that I ever been
Richer than I ever been (them niggas ain't hustlin', man)
Livin' to my full extent (them niggas ain't never sold no dope)
Richer than I ever been (why the f*ck you think I got more money)
Richer than I ever been, huh (then all them niggas, nigga)
Richer than I ever been (them niggas sold more records than me, nigga)
Livin' to my full extent (but they ain't got no money like me, nigga)
Richer that I ever been (hahaha)

How that sound?
Broke-ass niggas
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Writer: Byron Forest, Christopher Hargreaves, Daniel Templeman, Dominic Howard, Edward Gooden, Matthew Roberts, Ruby Wood, Tarek Christopher Modi, Thomas Anthony John Evans, William Roberts
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Hella Smoke

As I swim up the Nile River, shawty so wet
Ah
24 karat
Uh
I really feel I was put here to do something special
So let me paint this picture, yo

Cop pulling me over praying there's hella smoke
Looking at my set of rims, assume I'm selling dope
Berry Gordy at forty, it's time to share my notes
Opus, in and out of traps like a set of loafers (boss)
I tag you big homie if you threw me the most (salute)
Truly the GOAT 'cause I float like Julio Jones
Student of poems, hungry, the food in my bones
Weed in my lungs, lemon pepper, then move it along (huh, M-M-M)
I just wanna turn your very life around (shawty)
Living lavish, have you married in the Eiffel Tower (let's get it)
Time to touch you slow and beef up your allowance (ah)
Rather die a king than live a f*cking coward (boss)
Born in the beans, now position of power (huh)
Move you out the flats, now up in the mountains
For every couple tats, I got an accountant
Restaurant, racecars, bullets, bus and a bouncer

What you doin', fat boy?
Hella smoke, hella smoke
I'm in the Rolls Royce and I'm blowing hella smoke
Hella smoke, hella smoke
I'm in the double-R and we blowing hella smoke
Hella smoke, hella smoke
Just caught a long flight, time to blow some hella smoke

Sex all night got us feeling successful (yes)
So sentimental, this time we invested (made it, baby)
I told you "Keep it real," now we the winning team (huh)
Meant anything other that I would intervene
And I would leave the very day you wasn't feeling me
A rich nigga but you can't pay for the chemistry (ah)
Hand in hand like Missy Elliot and Timothy (Timbo)
Ambulance 'cause these fake niggas really killing me (pow)
Eight figure nigga, who could ever dream? (Boss)
Never sold his soul with so much self-esteem (hahaha)
Hanging out a racecar when I became a meme
Hella smoke, I take a knee before I roll the weed (boss, Maybach Music)

Uh
Hella weed, hella weed
Time to crack the window, uh

Hella smoke, hella smoke
In the Rolls Royce and I'm blowing hella smoke
Hella smoke, hella smoke
I'm in the double R and I'm blowing hella smoke
Hella smoke, hella smoke
My homie came home, time to blow some hella smoke
Hella smoke, hella smoke
Time to blow some hella smoke (uh)

I made it this far without looking in the rearview
This is what the real do
Always make sure I'm gon' eat and all my niggas get a meal too
Blowing pounds of that medical
I put it down 'cause I'm tryna come up
Nigga, we grind 'til the sun's up
Ain't into doing it if it ain't fun
Never said it'd be easy, gotta work for it if you really want it
Wake up early, getting to the money
Fixing breakfast for my son, smoke a J to keep me calm
'Cause the world is crazy, niggas trippin' lately
My girl told me, in her country, niggas killing babies
I work hard every day and that's the difference
You take gratification that's instant over real experience
And that's the reason I stay to myself
It's just me and my niggas
Smoking thousand dollar weed, cigarettes in the villa

(M-M-Maybach Music)

Hahaha
Gang, gang
Hella kush, hella kush
Everywhere that I go I smoke hella kush
You know

Hella smoke, hella smoke
I'm in the Rolls Royce and I'm blowing hella smoke
Hella smoke, hella smoke
I'm in the double-R and we blowing hella smoke

Maybach Music
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Writer: Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Eduardo Earle, William Leonard Roberts
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






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Richer Than I Ever Been is the eleventh studio album by American rapper Rick Ross. It was released on December 10, 2021, through Maybach Music Group and Epic Records. The album features guest appearances from Willie Falcon, The-Dream, Benny the Butcher, Wale, Future, DreamDoll, Yungeen Ace, Major Nine, Blxst, Jazmine Sullivan, 21 Savage, and Wiz Khalifa. The production is handled by Boi-1da, Timbaland, Bink, Don Cannon, Jonny Shipes, Carnage, Infamous, AraabMuzik, and Fuse, among others.

It serves as the follow-up to Ross' previous album, Port of Miami 2 (2019). The deluxe edition was released on January 28, 2022, Ross' 46th birthday. It features additional guest appearances from AZ and Anderson .Paak.
Performed By: Rick Ross
Genre(s): Hip hop
Length: 42:09
Released: December 10th, 2021
Year: 2021

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