Rick Ross – Mafia Music

Rick Ross – Mafia Music Lyrics

Artist: Rick Ross
Song: Mafia Music

I got a feeling n#gg# really that my money be the root
Look up at the stars she like honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin roof
Even once had a job pouring tar up on a roof

That boy had it hard no facade its the truth
So now when I Menage and get massaged its the proof
Proofs in the pudding and that baking sodas taking
Paper that I’m making got her taking photos naked

Listening to n#gg#s like whistling at Wendy Williams
I flip my middle finger I’m chilling on 20 million
The rumors turn me on I’m masturbating at the top
These hoes so excited they catching every drop

I’m dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight

Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in the light
But who really cares we just throw it in the air
Celebrating wealth pouring moet in her hair

Excuse me her weave the blue is a weave
Trunk full of white car smell like blue cheese
That boy get salad beef bout movements
BM dubs on them big things looking foolish

Shawty sitting low big things popping
Tip on the glock from a crip up in Compton shooting at the cops
F*ck one time I gave her to the block
I f#cked 1 time we boys in the hood and n#gg# you lil trey

Suppress ya appetite we taking ya lil’ tray
Love my handgun but my chopper still the sh#t
Banned in 1994 but I’m to legit to quit
1996 kilos was the sh#t but that be better then roofing that sh#t be bad for ya skin

n#gg#s was ruthless and lord knows that I’ve sinned
But I thought about my future in the loops I could pin
Walked out on a gig and I turned to the streets
Kept my name low key I ain’t heard from in weeks

I came up wit a strategy to come up mathematically
I did it for the city but now everybody mad at me
Motherf#ck em all they sweat from my balls
If I drop another album I did that for my dogs

10 Maybach’s everybody riding big
I just sit back like look what I did
Then I bow my head and beg for forgiveness
Once I said my prayer everybody back to business

Smoking on a blunt in my own restaurant people looking from a distance think I’m big daddy kunk
Reincarnated spirit of a g beef ill make u dinner take a seat so we could eat
A Farrakhan aura paws on the pork you eat from the bowl while ya dog need a fork
n#gg#s ain’t loyal snakes slithered in they coil im laughing at you

Cause kill you n#gg#s when I’m bored
We stepping on ya crew until you m#th*rf#ck*rs crush
And making sweet love to every women that you lust
I love to pay her bills can’t wait to pay her rent Curtis Jackson baby mama

I ain’t asking for a cent
Burn the house down gotta buy another
Don’t forget the gas can jealous stupid m#th*rf#ck*r
To another chapter paper that I captured

Caught up in the rapture off of gunshots and laughter
Homicide is humor and n#gg# you looking funny
Women love to stare cause they know they see the money
I open up my mind by opening bank accounts deposit a 100 stacks

Break up wont take it out baby that’s a gift maybe you could live
I knew it wouldn’t work but I just like to give used to run the street
Young n#gg# bare feet now I’m in the suites and I’m eating crab meats
Ice so right other rappers envy they calling all my jewelers up asking what he spending

Thinking bout BOSS not thinking bout them here’s a letter to my enemies one I won’t send amen
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Rick Ross Lyrics – Mafia Music

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From the album:
Deeper Than Rap [Explicit]
Release Year: 2009