Rick Ross - MMG The World Is Ours lyrics

rate me

[Hook]

Here we are, the world is ours

[Rick Ross]

I’m feelin myself, hope you feelin me too

God forgives and I don’t

Unforgettable dude

I’m ballin my nigga, and that’s word to your mama

I want you to ride, definition of honor

Honor that brother but murder these hoes

Always pay your taxes, never pay these hoes

Always making moves, I didn’t make the rules

I’m just making ends meet with this plate of food

Went from spaghetti-O’s to a new set of Vogues

Back to square one, we still selling those

My Tribe Called Quest, shit was nice dogg

Gucci was Q-Tip, I was Phife dog

On the world tours with all the wrong whores

Had the right ideas, all the wrong stores

Timing is everything, rhyming is everything

Geechi Liberacce, the world is ours

[Pharrell]

They say skateboard, you racist, you only hang with white Cubans

Nonsense, that’s the necklace nigga, the light’s moving

This is jewelry, this shit is foolery

Frozen water on my neck nigga, who cool as me?

Up in mansions like the black Kurt Cobain

My nigga Ross said he’s the boss cause he works cocaine

Under no certain circumstances

And your feelings, yeah they villains but I’m chillin

My niggas be stealin and killin and thrillin for the birds

I’m on my iPhone, bitches put their naked pictures on my iPad

Remember I used to want a Pasha and eat some lobster

Says the little boy who loves to shoot, who had the ashy feet

Where the upper-classes meet, that’s just me

I smash the beat..

[Hook]

Medication the motivation

Old homies betrayed me, running around saying they made me

Now I’m self-made, self-paid, and I give myself a raise

Never had nobody tell me “go and get a tummy shake”

Puffin purple getting stoned

Old heads told me “young fella, this ain’t a game to play!”

I’m screaming Bloody Mary! Nigga, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary

I was just trying to ball, ducking D’s and grinding raw

I’m gone!

[Hook]

[Stalley]

I’m staring at my notepad like goodbye to my broke past

Words full of money, use dollar signs as my periods, I’m gettin money.. Period!

They said I got a old soul and I’m rich nigga spirited

So one time for the old-timers and two for the new school

Three for my geechie niggas with big rollies in that new coup

Blowing on loud, sippin on that dirty juice

With a trade duece livin life like they ain’t made loot

Cuz whats here today could be gone tomorrow so I’mma get it myself

I ain’t known to ball, make sure my kids is straight in case I’m gone tomorrow

Big chain with a bigger charm, leave with a bad chick under my arm

Diamonds on everything, even my posse