Rick Ross - Soulja Boy

Pull up to the club and I drop my top up

All this money on me, man, you know a nigga floss

And I fucked your bitch, nutted on her lip gloss

MMG shit, you can call me Rick Ross

I feel like I’m Rick Ross

I feel like I’m Rick Ross

I feel like I’m Rick Ross

I feel like I’m Rick Ross

I’m in Wingstop, I’m goin' crazy

I’m in Wingstop and I feel like I’m Rozay

I’ve been gettin' money every week and every day

I been swagged up like my clique is MMG

I got twenty pounds and it’s in the backseat

Try King Soulja, have you runnin' like track meet

Money on deck, you know this is MMG

I feel like Rozay when I’m in the VIP

Pull up to the club and I drop my top up

All this money on me, man, you know a nigga floss

And I fucked your bitch, nutted on her lip gloss

MMG shit, you can call me Rick Ross

I feel like I’m Rick Ross

I feel like I’m Rick Ross

I feel like I’m Rick Ross

I feel like I’m Rick Ross

Yeah nigga money everywhere

MMG shit, bottles up in the air

We be throwin' money all up in the air

We be shootin' pistols at you niggas, you shoot in the air

I signed Meek Mill, I signed Omarion

I feel like, I feel like, I feel like I’m the one

I feel like Rozay and my hoes gay

In my old-school, goin' 'bout three-thirty-eight

Pull up to the club and I drop my top up

All this money on me, man, you know a nigga floss

And I fucked your bitch, nutted on her lip gloss

MMG shit, you can call me Rick Ross

I feel like I’m Rick Ross

I feel like I’m Rick Ross

I feel like I’m Rick Ross

I feel like I’m Rick Ross