Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blow, artist - Rick Ross.
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Blow |
Ricky Ross |
Carol City Cartel |
Cool & Dre |
Designer jeans and a hand full of dough (Yeah) |
Bottle of that Rose, pass me some mo' |
I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes |
Mo' money means more dough to blow (Bloooowwww) |
Mo' bottles, there’s more dough to blow (Bloooowwww) |
Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow |
Way up in them Cali Hills, burnin' like the sunset |
A nigga wit' a attitude, take it outta' context |
Ridin' with that big thang, lookin' like a bomb threat |
Bin Laden beard, Afghan in a bomb vest |
Ross, stranded on death row |
Makavali’s on the Maybach, kicks retro |
She wanna gaze at the stars |
Pull a panoramic view, Pull the haze out the jar |
Rick Ross, I’m the best in the flesh |
Gettin' blessed on a jet is a way to reflect |
Hard work pays off, I’m a boss, you can tell |
By the bottles in the pail, and the models that we share |
I’m into real estate, in a realer state of mind |
We came for trigga' play, kill a nigga for a dime |
I’m tryna' chill today, I got a million on my mind |
Dice in my hand, one roll, I blow ya mind |
Designer jeans and a hand full of dough (Yeah) |
Bottle of that Rose, pass me some mo' |
[I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes |
Mo' money means more dough to blow (Bloooowwww) |
Mo' bottles, there’s more dough to blow (Bloooowwww) |
Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow] |
Mo' trips, mo' whips, mo' money, I’m mo' rich |
Mo' haters, mo' clips, mo' jewels, mo' shit |
Half a hundred grand in some rubber bands |
Gats all flashed in my other hand |
On the other hand, I’m still pitchin' underhand |
All softballs, all bases covered man |
Mo' trucks, mo' bucks, mo' freaks, mo' butts |
I see the vision, from Club Vision to Privé |
I get brain, I bust nuts, in each states |
Soon as I see what I’m lookin' for |
I sit up in that seat and cut em' off on them 24's |
There it goes, baby girl come talk wit' tha' boss |
I pop a rose bottles, you can kick ya shoes off |
Designer jeans and a hand full of dough (Yeah) |
Bottle of that Rose, pass me some mo' |
[I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes |
Mo' money means more dough to blow (Bloooowwww) |
Mo' bottles, there’s more dough to blow (Bloooowwww) |
Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow] |
Ever seen a fat boy in a big body |
Know you wanna see about me, all you do is think bout it |
Lease apartments to get kicked out it |
Next day, buy a condo to get a kick out it |
Mill ticket for the view, this is what I do |
When I’m on the beach, all my diamonds salt water blue |
So let’s party like the pack jam, Pac-Man |
Fifty grand, stacked in my lap man |
Get a lap dance, and if you get my dick hard |
This ya last chance, to up up on that big car |
Wit' tha Fat Man, certified Hood Star |
But he a millionaire, look bitch you goin' far |
This the movement, a few niggas' you wanna move wit' |
Gucci on my feet, see I’m only in the new shit |
Ha, they say life’s a bitch |
But close ya eyes for a minute, and just bite this dick, it’s Ross |
Designer jeans and a hand full of dough (Yeah) |
Bottle of that Rose, pass me some mo' |
[I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes |
Mo' money means more dough to blow (Bloooowwww) |
Mo' bottles, there’s more dough to blow (Bloooowwww) |
Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow] |
Designer jeans and a hand full of dough (Yeah) |
Bottle of that Rose, pass me some mo' |
[I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes |
Mo' money means more dough to blow (Bloooowwww) |
Mo' bottles, there’s more dough to blow (Bloooowwww) |
Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow] |