[Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]
This outta jean, and the head full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle on tha? rose, pass me some mo'
I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
Mo' money, then dough to' blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, then dough to' blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, then dough to' blow
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Way up in them Callie Hills, burnin' like the sun set
A n****' wit' a attitude, take it outta' context
Ride wit' that big thangs, lookin' like a bomb threat
Bin Laden Beard Afghan in a palm best
Ross, straight on the death roe
Makavali's on the Maybach, kicks retro
She wanna gaze at the stars
Panaramic view? b**** look for the star
Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh
Gettin' less on the check, 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 shre
I'm in a real estate in a real, a state of mine
We came for trigga' plate, kill a n****' 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
[Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]
This outta jean, and the head full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle on tha? rose, pass me some mo'
I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
Mo' money, means more dough to blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, means more dough to (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, means more dough to blow (blowwwwwww)
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Mo' trips, mo' whips, mo' money, I'm mo' rich
Mo' hatas', mo' clips, mo' jewels, mo' crys
Half a hundread grand, and some rubberbands
That's all vest, in my other hand
On the other hand, I'm still pitchin' other Hen'
All soft, b**** off, b**** a stunna', man
Mo' trucks, mo' bucks, mo' freaks, mo' b***s
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 24's
There it goes, baby gurl' come talk wit' tha' boss
I pop a rose bottles, you can kick ya shoes off
[Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]
This outta jean, and the head full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle on tha? rose, pass me some mo'
I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
Mo' money, means more dough to blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, means more dough to blow(Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, means more dough to blow (Bloooowwww)
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Ever seen a fat boy in a big body
Know you wanna sit bout' me, all you do is thnk bout it
Less a part, mess to get kicked daddy
Next day, buy a condo to get kick outty
We don't take it for the few, this is what I do
Wait em? on the beach, all my diamonds all water blue
So let's party like the pack jam, Pacman
Fifty grand, stack in my lap man
Get a lap dance, and if you get my d*** hard
This ya' last chance, to up up on that big car
Wit' tha' Fat Man, certified Hood Star
But he a millionaire, look b**** I'm goin far
This the movement, a few n*****' you wanna' move wit'
Gucci on my feet, see I'm only in that new s***
Ha, they say life's a b****
But close ya' eyes for a minute, and just b*** this d***, it?s Ross
[Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]
This outta jean, and the head full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle on tha? rose, pass me some mo'
I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
Mo' money, means more dough to blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, means more dough to blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, means more dough to blow
[Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]
This outta jean, and the head full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle on tha? rose, pass me some mo'
I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
Mo' money, means more dough to blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, means more dough to blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, means more dough to blow
This outta jean, and the head full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle on tha? rose, pass me some mo'
I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
Mo' money, then dough to' blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, then dough to' blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, then dough to' blow
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Way up in them Callie Hills, burnin' like the sun set
A n****' wit' a attitude, take it outta' context
Ride wit' that big thangs, lookin' like a bomb threat
Bin Laden Beard Afghan in a palm best
Ross, straight on the death roe
Makavali's on the Maybach, kicks retro
She wanna gaze at the stars
Panaramic view? b**** look for the star
Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh
Gettin' less on the check, 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 shre
I'm in a real estate in a real, a state of mine
We came for trigga' plate, kill a n****' 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
[Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]
This outta jean, and the head full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle on tha? rose, pass me some mo'
I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
Mo' money, means more dough to blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, means more dough to (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, means more dough to blow (blowwwwwww)
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Mo' trips, mo' whips, mo' money, I'm mo' rich
Mo' hatas', mo' clips, mo' jewels, mo' crys
Half a hundread grand, and some rubberbands
That's all vest, in my other hand
On the other hand, I'm still pitchin' other Hen'
All soft, b**** off, b**** a stunna', man
Mo' trucks, mo' bucks, mo' freaks, mo' b***s
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 24's
There it goes, baby gurl' come talk wit' tha' boss
I pop a rose bottles, you can kick ya shoes off
[Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]
This outta jean, and the head full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle on tha? rose, pass me some mo'
I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
Mo' money, means more dough to blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, means more dough to blow(Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, means more dough to blow (Bloooowwww)
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Ever seen a fat boy in a big body
Know you wanna sit bout' me, all you do is thnk bout it
Less a part, mess to get kicked daddy
Next day, buy a condo to get kick outty
We don't take it for the few, this is what I do
Wait em? on the beach, all my diamonds all water blue
So let's party like the pack jam, Pacman
Fifty grand, stack in my lap man
Get a lap dance, and if you get my d*** hard
This ya' last chance, to up up on that big car
Wit' tha' Fat Man, certified Hood Star
But he a millionaire, look b**** I'm goin far
This the movement, a few n*****' you wanna' move wit'
Gucci on my feet, see I'm only in that new s***
Ha, they say life's a b****
But close ya' eyes for a minute, and just b*** this d***, it?s Ross
[Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]
This outta jean, and the head full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle on tha? rose, pass me some mo'
I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
Mo' money, means more dough to blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, means more dough to blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, means more dough to blow
[Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]
This outta jean, and the head full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle on tha? rose, pass me some mo'
I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
Mo' money, means more dough to blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, means more dough to blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, means more dough to blow