Listen to Blow song with lyrics from Rick Ross


Rick Ross18 May 2009

Blow Lyrics

Designer jeans and a hand fulla dough (Yeah)

Bottle of that Rose' pass me some mo'

I got mo' cars (mo' cars)

Mo' clothes (mo' clothes)

And Rick Ross got a lotta dough too


Way up in them Cali Hills burnin' like the sunset

A ni**a wit' a attitude take it outta context

Ride wit' that big thang lookin' like a bomb threat

Bin-Laden beard Afghan in a bomb best (Ross)

Stranded on death row

Makaveli's on the Maybach kicks retro

She wanna gaze at the star

Pull her panty 'round the view pull the haze out the jar

Rick Ross I'm the best in the flesh

Gettin' blessed on a jet it's a way to reflect

Hard work pays off I'm a boss you can tell

By the bottles in the pail and the bottles that we shell

I'm in a real estate and a realer state of mind

We came for trigger plate kill a ni**a for a dime

I'm tryna chill today I got a million on my mind

Dice in my hand one roll I blow ya mind


Mo' trips (mo' trips) mo' whips (mo' whips)

Mo' money (mo' money) I'm mo' rich (I'm mo' rich)

Mo' haters (mo' haters) mo' clips (mo' clips)

Mo' jewels (mo' jewels) mo' fish (mo' fish)

Half a 100 grand this a rubberband

That's all fast in my other hand

On the other hand I'm still pitchin' other Hen'

All soft balls off b**ch a stunner man

Mo' trucks (mo' trucks) mo' bucks (mo' bucks)

Mo' freaks (mo' freaks) mo' butts (mo' butts)

I see the vision for club vision the prephet

I get brain I bust nuts in each states

Soon as I see what I'm lookin' for

I sit up in that seat they cut 'em off on them 24s

(There it goes)

Baby girl come talk with the boss

I pop a Rose' bottle you can kick ya shoes off


Ever seen a fat boy in a big body

Know you wanna say 'bout me

All you do is think 'bout it

Lease apartments to get kicked out it

Next day buy a condo to get a kick out it

We don't take it for the few this is what I do

When I'm on the beach

All my diamonds off water blue

Let's party like the pack jam Pacman

50 grand stack in my lap man

Get a lap dance

And if you get my dick hard

This ya last chance to hop up in that big car

With the Fat Man certified hood star

But wit' a millionaire look b**ch you gone far

This the movement a few niggaz you wanna move with

Gucci on my feet see I'm only in that new sh*t

Ha they say life's a b**ch

But close ya eyes for a minute and just bite this dick

It's Ross


***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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