ฟังเพลงSeason Ticket Holder (Explicit)

Song: Season Ticket Holder (feat. D. Wade, Raphael Saadiq & UD)

Artist: Rick Ross

Lyrics: Raphael Saadiq, Jonathan King, UD40, Dwyane Wade & Rick Ross

Composer: Raphael Saadiq, Jonathan King, UD40, Dwyane Wade & Rick Ross

Hey, UD

What's good, my boy?

Mr. 305, Wade County

Yessuh, 16 years later

We don' made history

Three rings on our fingers

Pockets gettin' fatter (Uh)

Nigga, we gettin' greater

I'm the son of a saint (Mm)

Still considered a sinner (Ha)

Three rings on his finger (What?)

Yeah, that boy was a winner (Winner)

Never known as a singer

But this might be a single (Facts)

Always bet on your homies

Then go buy the casino (Ballin')

Ball is my passion

Check my stats if they askin' (Uh)

Shorty checkin' my page (She what?)

She follow my fashion (I'm clean)

My life is a film and Gab's the lead (My First Lady)

She's so precious to me

That's the air that I breathe (Time to go)

Time to fuel up the jet (Where we goin'?)

D. Wade jersey the drip (Yup)

Lamborghinis to match (Whoo)

Count through G's on the strip (We out)

These haters beneath us (Uh-huh)

As I'm lacin' my sneakers (You D. Wade?)

Season 16 (Yeah) Lamborghinis and Neiman's

I'm shootin' my shot (Shot)

Every car that I cop (Cop)

Every record I break (Break)

Every rock in my watch (Ah)

Every step that I take (Take)

Still won't accept no mistakes (Nah)

I'm talkin' major league, never minimum wage

So proud to be niggas (Niggas)

The decent of a slave (Uh)

Motorcades, several Mercedes

So get out my way

Tangerines, deal in my slippers

Still twistin' up dank (Uh)

Shed a tear for all my homies

Black Bo and E. Gates (Black)

Let's find a masseuse (Uh)

Then inspire the youth

If it's best for the hood

Then let's call it a truce

My chains get tangled (Tangled)

These niggas be hateful (Hate)

My momma still prayin' (Prayin')

So really I'm grateful (Ella)

(Maybach Music)

I'm still here lookin' through the window

Watchin' the days go by

Watchin' the sun rise

Why don't you try?

Ah-ha-ah-ha

Ah-ha

I'm still here lookin' through the window

Watchin' the days go by

Watchin' the sun rise

Why don't you try?

Ah-ha-ah-ha

Ah-ha-ah-ha

I promise to pray for a positive fate

Had the world in your palms

But he caught him a case

Shed a tear in the court

He got boxed in the crate

Then they shipped him up north

Mom just sat in a daze

The bottles on ice (Ice)

The models be nice (Yeah)

We call it run and shoot

Any problems tonight (Uh)

Serve 'em like Boris Becker

I want two hundred Checkers

So if they wanna slow our records

It just won't affect us (Ha-ha-ha)

Take my boys to Mecca (Boss)

All my niggas blessed

(Maybach Music)

Smokin' with my dawgs

You can smell the relish

They try to give me hell

I'll bet I get to heaven (Yeah)

I stay away from 12

I'm such a gifted felon (Ah)

I'm seated on the floor (Floor)

She can see the loafers (Whoo)

Showin' love to the season ticket holders (Whoo)

Showin' love to the season ticket holders (Whoo)

Showin' love to the season ticket holders (Whoo)

We do this for the city U?

What? The whole city

I'm still here lookin' through the window

Watchin' the days go by

Watchin' the sun rise

Why don't you try?

Ah-ha-ah-ha

Ah-ha

I'm still here lookin' through the window

Watchin' the days go by

Watchin' the sun rise

Why don't you try?

Ah-ha-ah-ha