Rick Ross - Speedin' (ft. R. Kelly) Lyrics

Rick Ross - Speedin' (ft. R. Kelly) Lyrics

[Rick Ross]
Legendary, Runners, you know me, o ooooh, o ooooh
Trilla, o ooooh, o ooooh

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Every dollar that I count can't grow in my account
My account can't count up all my money in an hour
Cause it's comin too fast and I'm scared it won't last
Look that white girl in her face told her this was her last dance
GOD DAMN speed got my heart racin
See I don't have the nominations you can blame it on my occupation
Ceasar salad, Caesars Palace
You not a boss little nigga cause your cheese is average
In the Benz ak ridin shotgun
It's a Benz cause your broke 'til you got one
It ain't nothing do 100 in the maybach
Throwin money out the roof motherfuckin brake pads

[Chorus]
Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, speedin
I'm speedin, I can't stop it's all I know
From a youngin I was taught get doe
I'm speedin, speedin, I'm speedin

[Verse 2]
See people came lookin for me I got ghosts see the west coast
close and up in the lamontrose
Big money boss major
American idol, I got fans like fantasia
Read between the lines or yo ass like fantasia
Get hit between the eyes he died they can't save him
I'm a mosh I'm weevin no no but I'm speedin
Staring at the skyline I got a million on my mind I'm the best
and these pussy niggas running out of time Ricky Ross
I'm the chill quarter mill for the time piece
Ya I a bought a wheels like deals for the dime piece

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Sittin in the living room watching the Grammys
Wishing that was me that was on the Grammys
All I needed was someone to get behind me money rain on me
I was a D turmin I'll thirty shows a mill
Homey help me out cause this boy is a drug dealer
Nap time cause my gift grew wings
And now I'm flying down like the cool crew winds
Kells and ross on the hollywood scene
Red carpet and it's smellin like green
Now foss cause I got paid off collabo'
Was the hit hip-hop and R&B boss

[Chorus]
[Rick Ross - Speedin' (ft. R. Kelly) Lyrics on http://mp3lyricsmania.blogspot.com]

We fly I think somebody followin we hear the helipad with ya bitch
You worth fifteen million baby don't try to blow it all in one week
Overseas boss (I'm speedin I'm speedin)
I'm a fly away on you haters
And I came up so fast movies, endorsements, films...
We own things... boss boss boss

Rick Ross - Aston Martin Music (ft. Chrisette Michelle & Drake) Lyrics

Rick Ross - Aston Martin Music (ft. Chrisette Michele & Drake) Lyrics

[Chorus: Chrisette Michele]
We bobbin to the music this is how we do it(all night)
Breezin down the freeway just me and my baby(in our ride)
Just me and my boss no worries at all
Listening to Aston Martin Music Music

[Hook: Drake]
Would have came back for you
I just needed time to do what I had to do
Caught in the life I cant let it go
Whether thats right I will never know(ugh but here goes nothin)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
When Im alone in my room sometimes I stare at the walls
Automatic weapons on the floor but who can you call
My down bitch, one who live by the code
Put this music shit aside get it in on the road
Lot of quiet time, pink bottles of Rose
Exotic red bottoms, so-bodied glittered in gold
Following fundamentals Im following in the rental
I love a nasty girl who swallow is on the menu
And money triple up when you get it out of state
Need a new safe cause Im runnin out of space
Now Im Roy Jetson Im somewhere out of space
In my two-seater she the one that I would take

[Chorus: Chrisette Michelle]

We bobbin to the music this is how we do it(all night)
Breezin down the freeway just me and my baby(in our ride)
Just me and my boss no worries at all
Listening to Aston Martin Music Music

Hook: Drake

Would have came back for you
I just needed time to do what I had to do
Caught in the life I cant let it go
Whether thats right I will never know(ugh well here goes nothin)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Pull up on the block in a drop-top chicken box
Mr. KFC DBS is in the watch
Livin fast where its all about that money bag
Never front you take it there aint no comin back
Top down right here is where she want to be
That's why golds unfold right in front of me
Eveytime we fuck her soul take ahold of me
Addicted like Pookie that pussy be controllin me
That thang keep callin
Fuck maintain boy I gotta keep ballin
Pink bottles keep comin
James Bond coup pop clutch 100

[Chorus: Chrisette Michele]

We bobbin to the music this is how we do it(all night)
Breezin down the freeway just me and my baby(in our ride)
Just me and my boss no worries at all
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Listening to Aston Martin Music Music

[Hook: Drake]
Would have came back for you
I just needed time to do what I had to do
Caught in the life I cant let it go
Whether thats right I will never know(ugh but hear goes nothin)

I talk slicker than a pimp from Augusta
Who just had his linen suit dry-cleaned, bitches, what's up witcha?
I hate callin' the women bitches, but the bitches love it
I took some sense and made a nickel of it
I'm urgin' all daughters to kiss they mothers
With those lips that all that lipstick covers
You're never too grown up to miss and hug her
And girls countin' on me to be there like missin' rubbers
I'm on some Marvin Gaye shit, a bunch of distant lovers
This ain't the life that I'm used to
Reintroduced to people I've been introduced to
Did you forget me? Or are you too scared to tell me that you met me
And fear that I won't remember, I wish you could still accept me for me
I miss Memphis, Tennessee, my cousins, my dad
The simplistic beauty that all of them Southerners have
I'm halfway across the world with dozens of bags
Feelin' like all four members of Color Me Badd
In one nigga, amazing shit
I got that Courtney Love for you, that crazy shit
I don't drink every bottle I own, I be agin' shit
And I got them wedding ring flows, that engagin' shit
Which one of y'all got fleets on your keychains? The seats for these Heat games?
I really think you stare at yourself and you see things
La Familia, I've been inducted and instructed
To stunt on these niggas we don't really fuck wit
Fuck is up?
Havin' lunch and debatin' Ferrari prices
23 and goin' through a midlife crisis
But trust me, I still deliver like a midwife
And no, I'm not sayin' I'm the nicest, I just live like it
Uh, it take a certain type of man to teach
To be far from hood, but to understand the streets
I never threw away that paper with my Grammy speech
Because I haven't hit the pinnacles I plan to reach
Yeah, you gotta own it if you want it
Kisses all on her body, she tells me live in the moment
And, baby, I'll never forget none of that
Girl, I told you I was coming back
[Rick Ross - Aston Martin Music (ft. Chrisette Michele & Drake) Lyrics on http://mp3lyricsmania.blogspot.com]

Aston Martin Music Music(2x)

Rick Ross - Lay Back Lyrics

Rick Ross - Lay Back Lyrics

[Rick Ross]
Time is money (mula) Mind is funny (yes)
Trust me she lying if she denying she love me
Make up ya mind you been on and off (Ross)
Platinum petron come take shots with a boss

[Chorus: Robin Thicke]
If you came to get the party started
Girl just say lalalalalaaa
I want to put my hands all over your body
Girl come this way Nananananaaa
What you gon’ do oo-oo, if I touch you
If I put my lips on you oo-oo
If we took you back to the crib just me and you oo-oo
All night I want to play just say lalalalalaaa
Just take off your clothes and just lay back
All you gotta do is just lay back
Would you do this for me baby Just lay
Back, lay back (Boss) lalalalalaaa

[Rick Ross]
Girl I’m bright as a bezel, and you sexy as ever
Shorty what’s on your brain, cause whatever is clever
Number one at whatever, I get bundles of cheddar
This that black cloud you deserve wonderful weather
Run a few errands (Ross), summers in Paris
Never shopping in clearance, don’t make me embarrased
She never a bird, but baby my parrot

Her flavor superb, I pay her with carrots
My house is her home, I made her a palette
Maybe being too modest, my shit more like a palace
Follow the waterfalls, as it makes you wetter
Shawty brace yourself, it’s only getting better
[Rick Ross - Lay Back Lyrics on http://mp3lyricsmania.blogspot.com]

[Chorus: Robin Thicke]

[Rick Ross]
See shawty laid back, so we laid up
When I fade to black, we always made up
This shit ain’t made up, look what I’m made of
Look what I made brah, don’t owe no favors
Have 700s, first one to get it
My car’s a virgin, first one to hit it
Hit the rim shop, get ‘em to the hood
Stop by her momma house, that’s if I’m feeling good
Now I need a fifth, time to hit the strip
I’ma hit the club, I’ma buy the VIP
We spending money, I’m talking slick
I hope she ride me, I’m talking stick

[Chorus: Robin Thicke]

[Rick Ross]
I’m too tipsy to drive, she so sexy tonight
Man ain’t treating you right his bank
Account can’t be in sight
Shawty you need a plus, you need a rush
No need to lie, baby you need to fuck

[Robin Thicke]
Came to get it started girl
Put my hands all over you girl
I touch you put my lips on you girl
Na na na na naaa