Rick Ross – The Transporter Lyrics

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One time for the niggas that’s huggin’ the block/
Two times for the boys thats bubblin’ rock/
Three times for the G’s including myself/
Four times for the brothers that’s reachin’ the wealth/

Five times for the hustle I taught it myself/
Transporter I bought it myself/
I bought it myself/

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Niggas major, tailored suits, the newest gators/
Gangsta, I’m muthafuckin’ Albert Anastasia/
Michael Corleone, presidential Rolly on/
Net worth unknown, closet full of Skull and Bones/
Silver spurs come his and hers, just live and learn/
Snipers on the roofs like troops, that’s for whom it concerns/
Applaud the whores abroad, awaiting my return/
Ressurected like Makaveli, pray my soul burns/
Sole supplier for cocaine in Southern states/
Sending sack city to city, back in a couple days/
Don’t get me started, I make triple in fickle markets/
My profit margin’ll have all you local niggas starving/


One time for the niggas who huggin’ the block/
Two times for the boys who bubblin’ rock/
Three times for my borhters who reachin’ the wealth/
Four times for the G’s including myself/
Thinking back when a nigga never had a quarter/
Much love for the bitches wearing something shorter/
Five times for the trap, got a nigga ballin’/
But I gotta take my hat off to the Transporter/

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
When I’m looking for a certain feeling, gotta hit her raw/
Look up to my ceiling ladies, chandeliers galore/
Look into my closet then you know I love couture/

Even more, shoe collection too fly for the fucking floor/
Shelves
, Louis V in jails/
Shoot the fucking stylist we gon’ find this shit ourselves/
Audemar was designed by Swizz Beatz/
Black face, black band, orange stitching, it's a beast/

To say the least, I am extraordinaire/
Transporter yeah I bought it, pistols in the air/
Sole supplier for cocaine in Southern states/
Sending sacks city to city, back in a couple days/
Don’t get me started, I make triple in fickle markets/
My profit margin’ll have all these local niggas starving/
I got them thangs, I’mma tell ya once/
Better have your money right, you won’t see me for months/

One time for the niggas who huggin’ the block/
Two times for them boys who bubblin’ rock/
Three times for my borhters who reachin’ the wealth/
Four times for the G’s including myself/
Thinking back when a nigga never had a quarter/
Much love for the bitches wearing something shorter/
Five times for the trap, got a nigga ballin’/
But I gotta take my hat off to the Transporter/

[Talking: Rick Ross]
Whooooo!
I love it when a plan comes together
How was your ride baby?

[Talking: Female Drug Mule]
It was great daddy

[Talking: Rick Ross]
Yeah…I like that
Long as you like that

[Talking: Female Drug Mule]
I love it!

[Talking: Rick Ross]
Teamwork make the dream work
Ya feel me?

[Talking: Female Drug Mule]
Fa sho

[Talking: Rick Ross]
I love you baby

[Talking: Female Drug Mule]
I love you dadddddy

[Talking: Rick Ross]
I love you babbbby!

[Talking: Female Drug Mule]
I love you dadddddy!

[Talking: Rick Ross]
Whooooo!
Whooooo!

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