Tekster:
Rick Ross Money Make Me Come

a flight she will run a rout [Chorus] We got grams in this bitch girl come and get you some Money make me come money money make me come [x3] She a

a flight she will run a rout [Chorus] We got grams in this bitch girl come and get you some Money make me come money money make me come [x3] She a

a flight she will run a rout [Chorus] We got grams in this bitch girl come and get you some Money make me come money money make me come [x3] She a real

the city see me you will be aroused my bankroll so well endowed pull b-tches from M.I.A. to A.T.L. in style and in crowds catch me in town on the strip

[Intro] Ay count that money for me partner Ay Ross make sure that nigga got that shit right, ya hear me? Ay, let a motherfucker go ding, that's a 150

olive on the vent and make it dope Make it come back even harder than before Baby I'm the only one that paid your car notes Well connected I got killers off in Chicago [Rick Ross

using me Like this games new to me But you ain't confusing me You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees But that ain't stopping me And

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

Heat I feel like Pat Riley Yeah, too much money, aint enough money You know the feds listening, nigga what money? I'm a made nigga I should dust something You niggas on the bench Like the bus coming