Rick Ross – Season Ticket Holder

Rick Ross – Season Ticket Holder Lyrics

Artist: Rick Ross
Song: Season Ticket Holder

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)
n#gg#, 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 n#gg#s (n#gg#s)
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 n#gg#s 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 n#gg#s 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
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Rick Ross Lyrics – Season Ticket Holder

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Release Year: 2020