Blowin' Money Fast

Rick Ross

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    I think I'm Big Meech (uh) Larry Hoover,
    Whippin work, Hallelujah
    One nation, under God, real niggaz getting money from the fucking start
    I think I'm Big Meech, (woo) Larry Hoover, (woo)
    Gettin work, Hallelujah
    One nation, under God, real niggaz getting money from the fucking start

    My Rolls Royce triple black
    I'm iche hoe,
    Ballin' in the club, bottles like I'm meechy hoe
    Rosé, that's my nickname
    Cocaine running in my big vains
    Self made, you just affiliated
    I built it ground up, you bought it renovated
    Talking plenty capers nothings been authenticated
    Funny you claiming the same bitch that I'm penetrating
    Hold the bottles up, where my comrades? (comrades)
    Where the fucking felons, where my dawgs at? (uh)
    I got that archie bunker and it's so white I
    Just might charge you double

    I think I'm Big Meech, (uh) Larry Hoover,
    Whippin work, Hallelujah
    One nation, under God, real niggaz getting money from the fucking start
    I think I'm Big Meech, (woo) Larry Hoover, (woo)
    Getting work, Hallelujah
    One nation, under God, real niggaz getting money from the fucking start

    These mother fuckers mad that I'm icy, (boss)
    Stunt so hard make them come indict me
    I think I'm Big Meech, look at my giant peace
    Its automere, hundred racks at least
    Look at yourself, now look at me (me)
    You cant see a nigga I'm what you you use to be (ha)
    Look at it this way, you niggaz side ways
    Always getting money my nigga crime pays

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    So fuck a nigga I'm self made
    You a sucka nigga I'm self paid
    This for my broke niggaz
    This for my rich niggaz
    Got a hundred on a head of a snitch nigga

    I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover,
    Whipping work, Hallelujah
    One nation, under God, real niggaz getting money from the fucking start
    I think I'm Big Meech, (woo) Larry Hoover, (woo)
    Gettin work, Hallelujah,
    One nation, under God, real niggas getting money from the fucking start

    The 36 holes leave yu bleedin fam
    Word to dem 36, o's in a kilo gram
    Blunt tip, orange like caviar
    Wild'n out, fishtailin, subaru, rally car (fishtailin')
    Out the passenger, lettin the automati off
    A egg of that girl, knock ya mommy and ya daddy off
    Fuck around and knock the emblem on that caddy off
    4 shooters buggin out, BLICKIN at ya caddy doors
    Did i mention? guns from red dead redemption
    9 mils, 50 clip extentions (long clips)
    Hope its like a mattress in the hood, im flippin on it (im flippin)
    And the money's like a chair, im sittin on it (keep quiet nigga)

    I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover,
    Whipping work, Hallelujah
    One nation, under God, real niggaz getting money from the fucking start
    I think I'm Big Meech, (woo) Larry Hoover, (woo)
    Gettin work, Hallelujah
    One nation, under God, real niggaz getting money from the fucking start

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    Composition: Ric Ross, D Styles, and Lex Luger

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