Rick Ross

Rick Ross - Fitted Cap lyrics

rate me

Beat billionaire

[Rick Ross:]

You know I stick to the script

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but I do it like this

(M-M-M-Maybach Music, Maybach Music)

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

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' with' 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' with' the Spikes

Wale

[Verse 1: 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 with' 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 with' 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 with' 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

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

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' with' the Spikes

Meek Mill

[Verse 2: 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 with' like 10 on me, that 5-7, that fen' on me

Don't grin on me with' 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 with' 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

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

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' with' the Spikes

[Verse 3: J. Cole]

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' with' 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 with' 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

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

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' with' 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' with' the Spikes

M-M-M-Maybach Music <br />

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Thanks to jj.

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