Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blow , by - Rick Ross. Release date: 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] |