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Rick Ross Big Bank

bank roll nigga nigga anytime you want to nigga I match my change to your muthafucking dollars see who come up first know what I'm saying Big bank take little bank

weeve- the bluest of weed, Trunk full of white, car smell like bleu cheese. Dat boy get salad ?, beef bout movements, BM dubs on dem big thangs lookin foolish. Shawty sittin low, big

hearings They indictin' niggas for bootleggin' and raqatering Proli' got me on the camera while I'm coppin' out the car lot I'm comin' out the banks, big

s where the cash go I'm trying to see it like I'm motherfucking Castro Rubber bands in my pants and a swift bankroll [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Rick Ross] Big

this town with the key to that boss All my cars black on black except the one with big gloss Got another white on white I call that Rick Ross, Ross You

Entire families divided, dickin' ya hoe is my hobby Ya sorry, probably the weakest shit to try me I be everywhere the guap be, and ya fat, musty and sloppy Freeway "Ricky Ross

homeboy I play the hardest Jump shot stupid, yeah it's retarded You can't guard me in the paint I'm an artist See I hustle on the floor call me Rick Ross

God damn bank roll nigga Nigga anytime you want to nigga I match my change to your muthaufcking dollars see who come up first know what I'm saying Big bank

[feat. Rick Ross, Nicki Minaj & Bon Iver] [Bon Iver:] I shoot the lights out Hide til it's bright out Whoa, just another lonely night Are you willing