ross Lyrics

Used to steal there, now Im trappin out the store

Papi drop the blues off , I tell em adios,

Never met a nigga like me it aint even close,

I can lose time or money, I ain't losin hope,

Fuck you talkin bout ,It don't get realer

I ain't have a dollar to my name and got my dick sucked

I done fucked some strippers I ain't tip inside a strip club

Ain't shit changed I was always that nigga

Made a few plays, OT running the road

Did lab work Im really good wit a bowl,

Fuckin her outside , Im pullin her by her robe

Her pussy good, but I really just use her house the stove,

Her uncle work on my cars, her auntie play with her nose

What you know bout slammin shirts in studio apartments?

Fuck wit me and lost her morals way before her garment.

Im the rose that grew from concrete, not a garden.

Im Above Others baby, no one higher than this,

I wonder what happened to Virgil, I look fly in this fit.

I play it cool but every issue viewed, get dealt wit respect.

My bitch treat me like Im god and I wont settle for less

You paid the cash I beat yo ass if you ain't settled the debt

Told Pac picture me rolling Imma keep goin

VIP popping bottles Imma keep pourin

Come with cash I make plan, just let me sleep on it

Just don't make a sound , don't hit the courtroom and speak on it

I don't want it if I can't put a 3 on it

Steph Curry I just spent a dub in San Fran

So close to a hunnid I can feel it man

Roger Federer Im comin wit a grand slam

Top rope shit I leapt like Im Van Damm

Got it out the mud, no advance cash in my hand

Shit Im bored , might go to Saks just for some pants

Im a real jack boy turned into a businessman

See me taking off left them folks in my exhaust

Either got it on me now if I ain't got it off

My jeans a couple beans, my jacket worth a Q of soft

I wear $1000 fit and still go shop at Ross

I ain't wanna be shit but a rich nigga

I ain't wanna be shit but a rich nigga

I ain't wanna be shit but a rich nigga

Either got it on me now if I ain't got it off