Rick Ross - Rich Is Gangsta Lyrics:
[Intro: Rick Ross]
If you don't know
I'm finna break it down
[Verse 1]
I just upped my stock, f**k them cops
If you love hip-hop bust them shots
Your man is priceless, if your man's loyal
Better give that man a raise your end up paying for it
If you cut it, call it Jam Master Jay
No Adidas but I rock a brick a day
Talk about the jewels outta reach
Ni**a please, so I came back with a bigger piece
You still smokin' weed on your car chase
I'm pullin' off the car lot screaming: "God’s great!"
Before the crib you gotta clear the guard's gate
Elevators like Frank's on Scarface
New Presidential had that pavé
Like a G, I gave the Cartier to Wale
Then I gave Meek Mill a Range Rover
Told Warner Brothers that the game's over
[Interlude]
For me to move forward from here on I need 50
I ain't talking 50 Cent neither ni**a, haha
[Verse 2]
I came back a rich ni**a
Young mogul, Bo Jackson, I'm a switch hitter
They want me face down on the pavement
Gang members claimin' I need to make a payment
It's hard for a young black executive
Can't you see we're all f**king relatives
Relatively easy we can go to war
F**k it, we can go to war
Chasing me a hundred million, that's inshallah
Fresh up out the Feds system, welcome home Jabar
I watch him pray five times a day, ni**a
Same one that used to moved the yay' ni**a
AK's in his heyday, ni**a
Benz coupe, wood frames, low fade, ni**a
Got the cubans, got the boats, got the zoes, ni**a
Cocaine worth much more than gold, ni**a
So what's your goals, ni**a?
All my shit went gold, ni**a
[Verse 3]
I remember smokin' mid grade
Till I went and got my shit straight
I'm spittin' like this bitch a mixtape
Till they seen a Ghost with a temp plate
Sittin' in the trap blowing thick smoke
Traffic in my dope, with a thick ho
Feds tore apart the squad, ni**a
That's why I had to play the part, ni**a
That wasn't me, it was a job, ni**a
It gets deeper, that was just a start, ni**a
Screamin' in my sleep, I know Lord hear me
Death to you f**kboys, on my 4th Bentley
[Outro]
Gangsta, ni**a
Rich is gangsta, ni**a
This is gangsta, ni**a
Yeah, rich is gangsta, ni**a
You know where we came from
Look where we at
If you don't know
I'm finna break it down
[Verse 1]
I just upped my stock, f**k them cops
If you love hip-hop bust them shots
Your man is priceless, if your man's loyal
Better give that man a raise your end up paying for it
If you cut it, call it Jam Master Jay
No Adidas but I rock a brick a day
Talk about the jewels outta reach
Ni**a please, so I came back with a bigger piece
You still smokin' weed on your car chase
I'm pullin' off the car lot screaming: "God’s great!"
Before the crib you gotta clear the guard's gate
Elevators like Frank's on Scarface
New Presidential had that pavé
Like a G, I gave the Cartier to Wale
Then I gave Meek Mill a Range Rover
Told Warner Brothers that the game's over
[Interlude]
For me to move forward from here on I need 50
I ain't talking 50 Cent neither ni**a, haha
[Verse 2]
I came back a rich ni**a
Young mogul, Bo Jackson, I'm a switch hitter
They want me face down on the pavement
Gang members claimin' I need to make a payment
It's hard for a young black executive
Can't you see we're all f**king relatives
Relatively easy we can go to war
F**k it, we can go to war
Chasing me a hundred million, that's inshallah
Fresh up out the Feds system, welcome home Jabar
I watch him pray five times a day, ni**a
Same one that used to moved the yay' ni**a
AK's in his heyday, ni**a
Benz coupe, wood frames, low fade, ni**a
Got the cubans, got the boats, got the zoes, ni**a
Cocaine worth much more than gold, ni**a
So what's your goals, ni**a?
All my shit went gold, ni**a
[Verse 3]
I remember smokin' mid grade
Till I went and got my shit straight
I'm spittin' like this bitch a mixtape
Till they seen a Ghost with a temp plate
Sittin' in the trap blowing thick smoke
Traffic in my dope, with a thick ho
Feds tore apart the squad, ni**a
That's why I had to play the part, ni**a
That wasn't me, it was a job, ni**a
It gets deeper, that was just a start, ni**a
Screamin' in my sleep, I know Lord hear me
Death to you f**kboys, on my 4th Bentley
[Outro]
Gangsta, ni**a
Rich is gangsta, ni**a
This is gangsta, ni**a
Yeah, rich is gangsta, ni**a
You know where we came from
Look where we at