Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Walkin' On Air, artist - Rick Ross. Date of issue: 31.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Walkin' On Air |
| I pray we all live forever |
| I pray I’m a servant to all prophets |
| May I be rich forever |
| Money on my head, pussy, boy, that ain’t enough |
| Pull up to your trap strapped in my armored truck |
| Your mami house next, tell that bitch to duck |
| Ain’t no sympathy in the inner city streets |
| That’s all I ever heard from my older G’s |
| She say she love me, but I know she play for keeps |
| Slip a black snake in a nigga’s sheets |
| Bought a bitch a hundred acres, all red roses |
| Half you niggas Judas, I’m the son of Moses |
| Illuminated, resurrected as Selassie |
| Bob Marley through the trumpets on the day I die |
| Rolls Royces on dirt roads, we dopeboys |
| Baptized by the dopeboys, ordained by the assholes |
| My salvation is the cash flow |
| Woah, oh |
| I’m walkin' on air |
| I’m talkin' big, bitch, I’m talkin' big |
| I’m talkin' big, bitch, I’m talkin' big |
| We do it big, bitch, we do it big |
| I’m into fashion, nigga, John the Baptist |
| My loyalty respected all across the atlas |
| I can have you and your team finalized |
| All your kids screamin' at Mount Sinai |
| Holy Ghost, the divine spirit |
| My heart pure, he a real nigga |
| She let me fuck early so she trustworthy |
| Her pussy sacred so she gettin' all the purses |
| In his name I’m Supreme Lord |
| The Book of Leviticus is the springboard |
| Jesus Christ, look at this nigga’s ice |
| Better yet, look at this nigga’s life |
| I’m walkin' on air |
| You already know, I give and go and I get that dope |
| Nigga with that O, I move that shit like tic-tac-toe |
| And these be niggas hatin' like ''Meek Mill, how you get that ho?'' |
| Cause I get that dough, and I switch that flow |
| Just check my style, look at that Ro', on my wrist |
| On some shit, make a call, «Who is this?» |
| Think it’s Benji on the line and he called, tried to flip |
| What I do? |
| Make a call, call Papi for a brick |
| And papi call José, cause José got fish |
| Now I’m 30,000 feet up with my feet up, rollin' weed up |
| Pussy niggas couldn’t bluff us, couldn’t beat us |
| Throwin' curveballs in the field get you hit like Derek Jeter |
| Double M, yeah that’s the team, I know they see us, yeah |
| Wait a minute, wait a minute |
| Wait a minute, wait a minute |
| Wait a minute, wait a minute |
| I’m talkin' big, bitch, I’m talkin' big |
| I’m talkin' big, bitch, I’m talkin' big |
| We do it big, bitch, we do it big |
| Fuck a tutor, better get a shooter |
| Teach your ass a lesson when they runnin' to ya |
| Fiends linin' up like we havin' communions |
| This my daily bread and you niggas consumers |
| All I ever wanted was to make scrilla |
| Have a recordin' session with J Dilla |
| Selassie, Exodus |
| Corinthians, Leviticus |
| I’m on the books, I study well |
| Gettin' money, bitches know me well |
| Selassie |
| Selassie |
| Pray I never die |
| Pray I never die |