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No. 1

Rick Ross1 Jan 2010

No. 1 Lyrics

 

No. 1 - Rick Ross

Hey yo Bugatti boys turn em up

 

You know what it is breathe b**ch breathe

Breathe b**ch breathe go

 

Hello good morning tell me what the lick read

My cup full blowin on that good w**d

My b**ch bad tryna get her tipsy

In all black haters better miss me

My b**ch ride better then most rappers

Here's a Rose' toast to those rappers

I don't smoke no tobaccos

But I smoke the most rappers

I got big tips for the waitress

B**ch I got very little patience

All the b**ches different by the car load

You may wanna get a different auto

Deep down ya main chick even wanna cum

Everybody know my name I'm number 1

I'm number 1

 

I'm number 1 in this b**ch now they understand

Why I'm running this sh*t

From the bottom to the top

I be ballin till I drop

And I'm never gone stop

I'm number 1 in this b**ch now they understand

Why I'm running this sh*t

From the bottom to the top

I be ballin till I drop

And I'm never gone stop

I'm number 1 in this b**ch now they understand

Why I'm running this sh*t

 

Now they understand

Why I'm running this sh*t

 

I'm number 1 in this b**ch now they understand

Why I'm running this sh*t

 

I'm the first one to cut a new Phantom in half

First white two seater down fifth ave

First one to write a check in the earthquake

Same muthaf**ka that'll make the earth shake

Blowin money only way to make the earth spin

Ya girlfriend caught up in my whirlwind

Use to move white girl out in Maryland now

My girlfriend blonde like Marilyn

We number we gettin mad more paper

Ain't nothin like bad boy paper

We ain't never gone stop

Woke up this morning blessed to breath

 

I'm number 1 in this b**ch now

They understand why I'm running this sh*t

From the bottom to the top

I be ballin till I drop

And I'm never gone stop

I'm number 1 in this b**ch now

They understand why I'm running this sh*t

I'm a gang member

My gang called Bugatti boys ask ya main broad

The streets cold my wrist numb

I do it big ask my income

The bigger I get the more you deflate

My niggas deal d**e at a rebate

Spit flows like its free base

All the flows I can erase

I think I made neat goggles

All my bottles sparkle

I'm the only one she obey cus its only one Rozay

Woke up this morning blessed to breath

Then I say a prayer God bless the G's

I'm number 1 in this b**ch now

They understand why I'm running this sh*t

You can say I'm on some new sh*t

I be number 1

And you niggas can get the dueces

Maybach music play it in the coupes

Rick Rozay and Trey

So stupid tryna find ya girl

But I prolly made her lose it

Body so tight

And I know she get the lose-est

Virginia to the whole world

You can get my old girl

Catch me in Miami bout 4 girls tow girl

I'm hot holla at me when the summer

Done never been where

I'm coming from number 1

Woke up this morning blessed to breath

Then I say a prayer God bless the G's

I'm number 1 in this b**ch now

They understand why I'm running this sh*t

From the bottom to the top

I be ballin till I drop

And I'm never gone stop

I'm number one in this b**ch now they under

Stand why I'm runnin this sh*t

 

I'm number one in this b**ch now

They understand why I'm runnin this sh*t

From the bottom to the top

I be ballin till I drop

And I'm never gone stop

I'm number one in this b**ch now

They understand why I'm runnin this sh*t

They understand why I'm runnin this sh*t

 

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

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