B.L.O.W.

Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah)

I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes

Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)

Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)

Mo' money means mo' dough fo' blow

Way up in them Cali Hills, burnin' like the sun set

A nigga wit' a attitude, take it outta context

Ridin wit' them big thangs, lookin' like a bomb threat

Bin Laden beard, Afghan in a?

Ross, stranded on the death row

Makavali's on the Maybach, kicks retro

She wanna gaze at the stars

Through a panoramic view, pullin' haze out the?

Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh

Getting blessed on the?, 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 models that we share

I'm in a realist state, and a realist state of mind

We came from trigga' play, kill a nigga 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

Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah)

I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes

Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)

Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)

Mo' money means mo' dough fo' blow

Mo' trips, mo' whips, mo' money, I'm mo' rich

Mo' hatas', mo' clips, mo' jewels, mo' chris

Half a hundred grand and some rubberbands? off fast in my other hand

On the other hand, I'm still pitchin' underhand

All soft balls, all bases covered man

Mo' trucks, mo' bucks, mo' freaks, mo' butts

I see the vision, from club vision to?

I get brain, I bust nuts in each states

Soon as I see what I'm lookin' for

I sit up in that seat and cut em' off on them 24's, there it goes

Baby girl, come talk wit' the boss

Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah)

I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes

Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)

Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)

Mo' money means mo' dough fo' blow

Ever seen a fat boy in a big body

Know you wanna sit by me, all you do is think bout it

Lease apartments to get kicked out it

Next day, buy a condo to get a kick out it

We don't take you for the view, this is what I do

When I'm on the beach, all my diamonds are water blue (Ross)

Let's party like the pack jam, Pac Man

Fifty grand, stacked in my lap man

Get a lap dance (and if you get my dick hard)

This ya' last chance (to hop up in that big car)

Wit' tha' Fat Man (certified Hood Star)

But he a millionaire (look bitch I'm goin far)

This the movement, a few niggaz you wanna move wit'

Gucci on my feet, see I'm only in that new shit

Ha, they say life's a bitch

But close ya eyes for a minute, and just bite this dick, it's Ross

Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah)

I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes

Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)

Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)

Mo' money means mo' dough fo' blow

Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah)

I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes

Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)

Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)

Mo' money means mo' dough fo' blow