Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fitted Cap, artist - Rick Ross. Date of issue: 22.05.2011
Song language: English
Fitted Cap |
| You know I stick to the script |
| Twenty-million dollar nigga, but I do it like this |
| (M-M-M-Maybach Music, Maybach Music) |
| My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Wuh!) |
| My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Wuh!) |
| My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap |
| My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap |
| The Rolls-Royce, it’s all white |
| Foamposites, the LeBrons, I’m fuckin' wit' the Spikes |
| My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!) |
| My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!) |
| The Rolls-Royce, it’s all white (How can I not talk big? I got to) |
| Foamposites (Wale!), the LeBrons, I’m fuckin' wit' the Spikes |
| Wale |
| Yeah, uh |
| Ferrari mics, bitch, I’m on my car show |
| My chick black and white, she ain’t no dime, that bitch a Concorde |
| 11 know I’m reppin' this, shoot and I don’t ever miss |
| The coupe I’m in is rented, I ain’t wit' all that commitment shit |
| P-R-Ps is proper, couple Gs when I’m shoppin' |
| My girls and my SBs, got a thing for pink boxes |
| Shout out Frankie the Butcher, shout out Mishka in Brooklyn |
| That’s some nigga from 10. deep ATL, I’m wit' the cooker |
| I ain’t e’en tryin', fool, ho, I ball like private school |
| You bammas like Hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you |
| And Tito’s my niggas, you know just we just need more shit and |
| It’s ironic how I drop some dough when I got them Homer Simpsons, look |
| Pine-green Foams, they may never see the store |
| Got LeBron Entourages like Maverick and Richie Paul |
| Bitch, I ball, ho, you lame, look at my Laneys, switchin' lanes |
| Look at my 9s, look at my Blazers, look at my 4s, cut wit' laser |
| Look at my whore, that is your lady, look at my flo', makin' y’all crazy |
| Makin' y’all sick, y’all cannot tame me, Lexus drive me, Maybach pay me |
| Salute |
| My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!) |
| My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!) |
| The Rolls-Royce (Huh!), it’s all white (Huh!) |
| Foamposites, the LeBrons, I’m fuckin' wit' the Spikes |
| Meek Mill |
| Yo |
| I said I’m swaggin' out in my Cool Greys, no LL, but these cool Js |
| And my wrist froze, but I’m cool sha', like a bald head, I’m too paid |
| I’m too blazed, and I’m too high, George Kush, the whole crew high |
| Wrong move and that tool fly, better Kon that ass like Wu-sai |
| It’s MMG, MOB, young nigga, I been OG |
| Walk around wit' like 10 on me, that 5−7, that fen' on me |
| Don’t grin on me wit' them long stares, you ain’t God unless no fear |
| Big money, all the hoes, HD, I came so clear |
| We jeweled out and we racked up, Phantom big when it back up |
| Big Boy, look like a Mack truck, shooters ride wit' that Mac tucked |
| I’m a Bad Boy, bitch, ask Puff, Simpson-Rodgers, my last cup |
| On this shit, I can’t stand up, country Ks as I man up |
| This Rozay, Wale, Gunplay, and that nigga Pill |
| In Brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whippet pill |
| One week and we get the deal, one day and I fucked the bitch |
| My Levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent |
| My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!) |
| My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!) |
| The Rolls-Royce (Huh!), it’s all white (Huh!) |
| Foamposites, the LeBrons, I’m fuckin' wit' the Spikes |
| Fresh-ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open |
| That’s that nigga, so what’d I say? |
| They okey-dokin' |
| How you figga? |
| You fuckin' wit' me? |
| I hope he jokin' |
| I’m witcha girl, you home alone, bitch you Macauley Culkin |
| I’m oviedosin', ay, homie, Kobe smokin' |
| Then put my ashes on you niggas, bet you gon' need lotion |
| I’m slowly roastin', heatin' up, so you know we toastin' |
| Fuck hoes wit' no emotion, fade away like Kobe postin' |
| Out in Sweden, like ain’t shit that you can’t tell us |
| Lord, forgive me, as a kid, I used to look at niggas jealous |
| ‘Cause uh, they had them Js, and my mama wouldn’t cop ‘em |
| Can you blame her? |
| Hundred dollars for them bitches wann’t a option |
| Now we livin' much better, nigga, pay whatever |
| Rock them bitches once then forgot about ‘em forever |
| My kicks like my chick, I don’t need to know the numbers |
| You just need to know I’m comin', I’ll kill you niggas this summer |
| Cole |
| My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap |
| My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap |
| The Rolls-Royce, it’s all white |
| Foamposites, the LeBrons, I’m fuckin' wit' the Spikes |
| My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!) |
| My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!) |
| The Rolls-Royce (Huh!), it’s all white (Huh!) |
| Foamposites, the LeBrons, I’m fuckin' wit' the Spikes |
| M-M-M-Maybach Music |