Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bottom to the Top, artist - Rick Ross.
Date of issue: 06.05.2013
Song language: English
Bottom to the Top |
You know what it is |
Breathe, bitch, breathe |
Breathe, bitch, breathe, go |
Hello good morning, tell me what the lick read |
My cup full, blowin' on that good weed |
My bitch bad, tryna get her tipsy |
In all black, haters better miss me |
My bitch ride better then most rappers |
Here’s a Rose toast to those rappers |
I don’t smoke no tobaccos |
But I smoke the most rappers |
I got big tips for the waitress |
Bitch I got very little patience |
All the bitches different by the car load |
You may wanna get a different auto |
Deep down ya main chick even wanna cum |
Everybody know my name, I’m number one |
I’m number one |
I’m number one in this bitch |
Now they understand why I’m runnin' this shit |
From the bottom to the top |
I be ballin' 'til I drop and I’m never gon' stop |
I’m number one in this bitch |
Now they understand why I’m runnin' this shit |
From the bottom to the top |
I be ballin' 'til I drop and I’m never gon' stop |
I’m number one in this bitch |
Now they understand why I’m runnin' this shit |
Now they understand why I’m runnin' this shit |
I’m number one in this bitch |
Now they understand why I’m runnin' this shit |
I’m the first one to cut a new Phantom in half |
First white two-seater down fifth Ave |
First one to write a check in the earthquake |
Same motherfucker that’ll make the earth shake |
Blowin' money only way to make the earth spin |
Ya girlfriend caught up in my whirlwind |
Used to move white girl out in Maryland |
Now my girlfriend blonde like Marilyn |
We number one, we gettin' mad more paper |
Ain’t nothin' like Bad Boy paper, we ain’t never gon' stop |
Woke up this morning blessed to breathe |
Then I say a prayer, God bless the G’s |
I’m number one in this bitch |
Now they understand why I’m runnin' this shit |
From the bottom to the top |
I be ballin' 'til I drop and I’m never gon' stop |
I’m number one in this bitch |
Now they understand why I’m runnin' this shit |
I’m a gang member, my gang called |
Bugatti Boyz, ask your main broad |
The streets cold, my wrist’s numb |
I do it big, ask my income |
The bigger I get, the more you deflate |
My niggas deal dope at a rebate |
Spit flows like it’s freebase |
All the flows I can erase (erase) |
I think I made need goggles |
All my bottles sparkle |
I’m the only one she obey |
Cause it’s only one Rozay |
Woke up this morning blessed to breathe |
Then I say a prayer, God bless the G’s |
I’m number one in this bitch |
Now they understand why I’m runnin' this shit |
You can say I’m on some new shit |
I be number one and you niggas can get the deuces |
Maybach Music, play it in the coupe |
It’s Rick Rozay and Trey so stupid |
Tryna find ya girl but I prolly made her lose it |
Body so tight and I know she get the loosest |
Virginia to the whole world, you can get my old girl |
Catch me in Miami 'bout four girls, tow girl |
I’m hot, holla at me when the summer done |
Never been where I’m comin' from number 1 |
Woke up this morning blessed to breathe |
Then I say a prayer, God bless the G’s |
I’m number one in this bitch |
Now they understand why I’m runnin' this shit |
From the bottom to the top |
I be ballin' 'til I drop and I’m never gon' stop |
I’m number one in this bitch |
Now they understand why I’m runnin' this shit |
I’m number one in this bitch |
Now they understand why I’m runnin' this shit |
From the bottom to the top |
I be ballin' 'til I drop and I’m never gon' stop |
I’m number one in this bitch |
Now they understand why I’m runnin' this shit |
Now they understand why I’m runnin' this shit |