Rick Ross - The Transporter lyrics
rate me
One time for the n-ggas that’s huggin’ the block
Two times for the boys thats bubblin’ rock
Three times for the G’s including myself
Four times for the brothers that’s reachin’ the wealth
Five times for the hustle I taught it myself
Transporter I bought it myself
I bought it myself
N-ggas major, taylor who’s? the newest gators
Gangsta, I’m muthaf-ckin’ Albert Anastasia
Michael Corleone, presidential Rolly on
Net worth unknown, closet full of Skull and Bones
Silver spurs come his and hers, just live and learn
Snipers on the roof’s for troops, that’s for whom it concern’s
Applaud the whore’s abroad awaiting my return
Resurrected like Machiavelli, pray my soul burns
Sole supplier for cocaine in southern states
sending sack city to city, be back in a couple days
Don’t get me started, I make triple in fickle markets
My profit margin’ll have all you local n-ggas starvin’
[Chorus:]
One time for the n-ggas who huggin’ the block
Two times for the boys who bubblin’ rock
Three times for my brothers who reachin’ the wealth
Four times for the G’s including myself
Thinking back when a n-gga never had a quarter
Much love for the b-tches wearing something shorter
Five times for the trap, got a n-gga ballin’
But I gotta take my hat off to the Transporter
When I’m looking for a certain feeling, gotta hit it raw
Look up to my ceiling ladies, chandeliers galore
Look into my closet then you know I love couture
Even more shoe collection too fly for the f-cking floor
Shelves, Louis V in shelves
Shoot the f-cking stylist we gonna find this shit ourselves
Audio mar was designed by Swizz Beatz
Black face black ben on stitching is a beast
They say the least I am extraordinary
Transporter yeah I bought it, yeah pistols in the air
Sole supplier for cocaine in southern states
sending sack city to city, back in a couple days
Don’t get me started, I make triple in fickle markets
My profit margin I’ll have all these local n-ggas starvin’
I got the thangs, I’mma tell ya once
Better have your money right, you won’t see me for months
[Chous:]
One time for the n-ggas who huggin’ the block
Two times for the boys who bubblin’ rock
Three times for my brothers who reachin’ the wealth
Four times for the G’s including myself
Thinking back when a n-gga never had a quarter
Much love for the b-tches wearing something shorter
Five times for the trap, got a n-gga ballin’
But I gotta take my hat off to the Transporter
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we're gonna have this money forever <br />
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Thanks to adrianna
