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Ridin' Thru The Ghetto (iTunes Bonus Track)
Rick Ross feat. Triple C’s & J Rock
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I'm a boss
I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm worth a million dollars, dollars, worth a million dollars
Dollars, worth a million dollars, dollars, worth a million dollars
I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm makin' women holler, holler, makin' women holler
Holler, makin' women holler, holler
I just left my mama house and it made me feel good
I just paid my mama bills, you would if you could
Nigga see, I'm from the ghetto and they thought I'd go to prison
Niggas in the ghetto always end up in the system
But I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
Convertible Impala, but can drive what I wanna
'Cause I'm ballin' like a motha, smokin' on that California
Hit the freeway, and I'm thinkin' 'bout my brother
Got a life sentence, fuckin' with them undercovers
Gotta handle my business, I came up with a plan
Handle mine like a nigga, I'm in the lime green Lamb'
Yeah them niggas wanna ride with a nigga
I let her drive on them two pills so it louses
Got 'bout twenty stacks tucked in my jeans
At the intersection gettin' high, nothin' in between, you can see
I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm worth a million dollars, dollars, worth a million dollars
Dollars, worth a million dollars, dollars, worth a million dollars
I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm makin' women holler, holler, makin' women holler
Holler, makin' women holler, holler
I just spilled all of my clean on my lap
And I'm 38 hot, 'cause I gotta turn back
And the trap on fire, but I still drop by
My money no good in the hood, they be lookin' out
I paid mine, could you say the same?
Same old excuses, niggas blame it on the game
Got up out the ghetto, made it, now my community hate it
I used to Section 8 it, just a nickel bag would have me faded
I came a long way, I had a long day
And I'm cranky, I crank up, rub me the wrong way
I got issues like a newsstand, somethin' different every day
I don't run from it, I just stare it in the face
Hittin' corners with the beat beatin'
I miss the days when the streets heard somethin' and then repeat it
Before the dollars and the diamonds on the collars and the Pradas
Gunplay was just another ghetto problem, now I'm...
I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm worth a million dollars, dollars, worth a million dollars
Dollars, worth a million dollars, dollars, worth a million dollars
I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm makin' women holler, holler, makin' women holler
Holler, makin' women holler, holler
Picture me rollin' in my 550 Benz
My life a movie, niggas actin' like friends
Just beat a case, ten million in the flesh
Semi-auto in the auto when I'm ridin' through the 'jects
'Cause I'm worth a million dollars and I'm lookin' like I feel
Ferris wheels on the coupe, cookin' up like Emeril
No appeal for my dog, niggas shot him, 40 years
Got me chain smokin' just to hold back the tears
'Cause the label season comin' fast
My mama nervous 'cause the feds searchin' through the trash
Somebody workin' paranoid, it get worse, send a text before you call
I'm ridin' through the ghetto, 50,000 on my arm
You can judge a man lookin' at his company
I talk with Hov and I break bread with Ross monthly
Ten niggas in low riders with ski masks
Screamin', "Cartel," every time we pass, black flag
I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm worth a million dollars, dollars, worth a million dollars
Dollars, worth a million dollars, dollars, worth a million dollars
I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm makin' women holler, holler, makin' women holler
Holler, makin' women holler, holler
You gotta understand the feelin', baby
It's like comin' to the prep game
Playin' on air, came up
You feel me? Now I'm the billionaire, the big boss
Let's say I'm comin' down in some ho, right?
I paid 400,000 for her, I paid that with a smile
You feel me? I'm comin' down
Mind the guard's drive, it's all the way live
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? It's the boss
And I love to floss, I ain't need no Mickey D's, baby
You gotta follow me close
Might stop at P.F. Chang's and we can do some things
I'm a rich nigga, ha, we the best
So fresh, I'm higher than a muh'fucker
And I'm trilla, trilla
Trilla, trilla