Rick Ross – MMG The World Is Ours Lyrics

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[Hook: Pharrell]
Here we are
The world is ours

From the block to boulevard
The rain is gone
The rain is gone
The rain is gone
From the block to boulevard

The rain is gone
The rain...

[Rick Ross]
This shit make me feel a certain kind of way
{M-M-Maybach Music} HUH! This shit feel good
This shit feel like... some Carol City shit right here
My nigga Peanut rest in peace; see you would felt this right here
I'm on my convertible bird shit...

I'm feelin' myself, hope you feelin' me too
God forgives and I don't, unforgettable dude
I'm ballin' my nigga, and that's word to your mama
I want you to ride, definition of honor
Honor thy brother, but murder these hoes
Always pay your taxes, never pay these hoes
Always making moves, I didn't make the rules
I'm just making ends meet with this plate of food
Went from Spaghetti-O's to a new set of Vogues
Back to square one, we still was selling those
My Tribe Called Quest, shit was nice dogg
Gucci was Q-Tip, I was Phife Dawg

On the world tours with all the wrong whores
Had the right ideas, and all the wrong stores
Timing is everything, rhyming is everything
Geechi Liberace, put diamonds in everything

[Hook] - first half only

[Pharrell]
Yeah man, ya heard? {M-M-Maybach Music}
I rock Chanel nigga, yeah, Skateboard, heh...

They say Skateboard, you racist, you only hang with white Cubans
Nonsense, that's the necklace nigga, the light's moving
This is jewelry, that shit is foolery

Frozen water on my neck nigga, who cool as me?
Up in mansion like the black Kurt Cobain
My nigga Ross said he's the boss, cause he works cocaine
And under no certain circumstances
Will the facets of the diamonds not be disrespectful and hurt your chain
And your feelings,
yeah they villains but I'm chillin, I'm still a N.E.R.D
Millions and millions and millions off of verbs
Well my niggas be stealin and killin and thrillin for the birds

Making deals, squeezing the life out of them Nextel chirps
I'm on my iPhone (Uhh)
Bitches put their naked pictures on my iPad, the doors go up and iGone
Black boy scoring his life, I'm scoring the Oscars (I'm really am, nigga)
Remember I used to want a Pasha and eat some lobster
But now I eat the apple with my A-P
Your life and your wrist got the wrong timing, you hate me
Says the little boy that loves you, who had the ashy feet
Now I wear that ashy white suit out in Fashion Week

Where the upper-classes meet, that's just me
...I smash the beat

[Hook] - first half only

[Meek Mill]
Uhh, dedication to motivation, gave 'em motives to hate me
Old homies betrayed me, running around saying they made me
But when I had a quarter, they had, four and the baby
It was a whole different story, but fuck them niggas is shady
Now I'm self-made, self-paid, and I give myself a raise
Whole circle shining nigga, never had no selfish ways
Never had nobody tell me "go and get a tummy shake"
Had to learn on my own, ask my Mama I was gone

Puffin purple getting stoned, trying to take the pain away
Now its Rolls Royces, umbrellas for a rainy day
Old heads told me "young fella, this ain't the game to play!"
Had to take the chance, told the dealer, "deal my hand"

And now that nigga's getting murdered, shit is getting scary
I put mirror tint all in the ghost, I'm screaming Bloody Mary! nigga
Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary

Let 'em cross the line of scrimmage, they get fucking buried
They had me cutting through that field just like a rushing Barry
Slammers play with hammers, had them birds but we don't fuck with Larry
I was just trying to ball, ducking D's and grinding raw
But now I pull up in that thing, them niggas gon' need some Tylenol
I'm gone!

[Hook] - first half only

[Stalley]
I'm staring at my notepad like goodbye to my broke past
Words full of money, use dollar signs as my periods
I'm gettin money - period!

They said I got a old soul and I'm rich nigga spirited
So one time for the old-timers and two for the new school
Three for my geechie niggas with big rollies in that new coupe
Blowing on loud, sippin on that dirty juice
With a tre duece livin life like they ain't made loot
Cuz whats here today could be gone tomorrow so I'mma get it myself
I ain't known to ball, make sure my kids is straight in case I'm gone tomorrow
Young Bonaparte, I'm noble dog like Drew Ali
Dark shades like Kool Moe Dee, cool fly nigga is who I be
Big chain with a bigger charm, leave with a bad chick under my arm
Unhhh! Geechie Liberace
Diamonds on everything, even my posse
(DIAMONDS ON EVERYTHING, EVEN MY POSSE)


[Hook]

{M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music}

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