Rick Ross - Movin' Bass Lyrics

(Intro)
Ross is a real boss
And real bosses all go this year
Ya feel what I'm sayn?
So, yeah, so
So that's what I want y'all to know
Ya know what I mean? As far as like his thinking patterns
Ya know what I mean, ya know I admire y'all
The way y'all think ya know what I'm saying?
And I also admire that I was apart of that foundation
From day 1, ya know y'all was the good homies
Y'all took the baton and ran wit it
The thing is that I was working towards was
The empire is what I was working towards
Y'all took the baton and ran wit it so its nothin' but love man
Anything I need I get it from Ross, man
I'mma do it, ya know what I'm sayn?
Without regret

(Verse: Rick Ross)
The pop wars, Temp Rogers the hot boy
Is the fat boy, skinny ties
Don't empty mine nigga
Tall ceilings, chandeliers, I'm authentic
Getting long $, short winded
Lets go and get it nigga
Bang bang, bitch niggas catch ricochets
Roll that double lip, get shot and yo finger waves
Twenty chickens watching and I still be moving that bass
Gave a job 2 the children ya scared 2 raise
Chain swanging, name ranging, shots fired, same nigga
We moving weight I'm at a different pace
I'm out in Haïti wit my lady screaming 'no mule'
I'm Hard 2 Kill, Dade county, Versace kneel
14 for tattoo, it that dolla bill
Only 1 man got the combination 2 the safe
Grammy nominated once, but IÂ’m still moving base

(Hook)
See 'em plaques on a nigga wall
We still moving bass
Got 'em records jumping off the store
We still moving bass
Coppa tried 2 knock us off
We still moving bass
Haters throwing shots thru a nigga's door
& we still moving bass

(Verse 2: Rick Ross)
Falling from the sky, the $ bad the bigger
Angels tatted all on me, pray for a lord sinner
Rolls Royce Corniche, sweeping me off my feet
New bitches they by the fleet and we do em' all by the week
Taz Angels just want 2 chill, doolas just want 2 meet
Weed man expnsive, 3 trips a week
Misses just want 2 freak, FEDS stay up the street
Know the telling ain't s'possed to so we leak what we want 2 leak
New Mars, who Chatmas, who Farrakhan?
In the house of the lord, my niggas bearing arms
His eyes wide, nose runny got what he fiending for
I'm moving base, we outta state ya know my speakers low
Put the pistol 2 yo mouth now show me 2 the safe
Grammy nominated once, but I'm still moving bass

(Hook)
See 'em plaques on a nigga wall
We still moving bass
Got 'em records jumping off the store
We still moving bass
Coppa tried 2 knock us off
We still moving bass
Haters throwing shots thru a nigga's door
& we still moving bass

(Verse 3: Rick Ross)
Ya see the plaques on the wall but the yayo still in the spot
See me cousin off 2 college, I see that it costs a lot
Tallons filling the jammy, Miami still in my heart
Niggas playing the corner, guess their playing they part
Earky cop in the coupes, ladies stay on our feet
Yo brother with the duplex smell the dope from across the street
Hoodies come in all flavors, all black if ya think ya sweet
Arabs selling grenades by the box, you'll get em cheap
Schooling the lil niggas, kilos all in the campus
A passport is necessary, ya visa wit all the revers
I beef wit all of the depths, headshots fo' sumthin' bad
BR-80 just a +, don't mention the dust
R-O-C double M kill anything we touch

(Hook)
See 'em plaques on a nigga wall
We still moving bass
Got 'em records jumping off the store
We still moving bass
Coppa tried 2 knock us off
We still moving bass
Haters throwing shots thru a nigga's door
& we still moving bass
 

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