Ring Around The Rolls Letra - Rick Ross ft. YFN Lucci

Real nigga music

Know the fuck goin' on (Maybach Music; Huh, huh)

You know every day a celebration, nigga

Look at all the shit we been through, look how far we came, nigga (Huh, huh)

You know we gon' keep poppin' bottles

We gon' keep gettin' this money

Can't shit slow us down

Huh, look

Never spoon-fed, but I always share my bread

Even at a young age, I was two ahead

Look, I was at my lowest, but I held my head

Sharpest nigga in the room and the tool shed

Look, flow so immaculate, you should see what I battle with

I was in the back of a paddy wagon, shackled and shit

Now, I spend three hundred stacks to sit in the back of it

Maybachin' it, huh, hang back in it, look

Hot nigga givin' bitches the cold shoulder

I might pour a pint up and only use four sodas

Huh, ten properties, three businesses, one owner

I be really slammin' these bitches like Hulk Hogan

Choke holdin', bad bitches eat hoes and

I don't give a fuck if she married, she gettin' folded

No Trojan, since a kid I been chosen

Plus, I've been a player since ring around the rosies, look

Eight out there, I might pull up playin' ring around the rosies

Four color-matchin' trucks, all doors open

Half a ticket on me, ain't no knot I can't fold it, look

Bad bitches keep my clothes folded

She keep her hair in a bun, I keep my gun loaded

Nine millimeter, she my fine mamacita

I can't lie, she a keeper, that probably why I won't leave her

Look, all she know is Patek Philippe, never met Geneva

You askin' why they always shoppin' with me, 'cause I get 'em cheaper, look

I can turn a nun to a Chrisean and a eater, huh

I can turn a hood rat bum into a diva, look

Bitch pleaser, more cars than Vin Diesel

I can buy like twenty Ferraris with this Visa

Rich people only party with rich people

That's your bitch, keep her, you don't want her? Me neither

Gun battles and drop tops, we celebrate

I'm at the jeweler, we switchin' up new ones every day

Being jealous of women, that's where we separate

Time bomb is destined for me to detonate, boom

Many rats in this bitch, time to clear the room

Either pray for your niggas or let the trigger do 'em

You been hateful, lil' homie, since it was middle school

I've been grateful to get it just 'cause you wouldn't do it

Rolls Wraith with Mansory all in the roof

Four doors, I told Nino go get the coupe

I be callin' the shots really like when to shoot

I been top of the block, niggas, since it was true

All these fuck niggas on the Epstein list

When I just wanna get my whole team rich

The bust down Cuban with the clean chips

Gunplay actin' like I ain't mean shit

But I bounce back, triple-beam shit

Black Porsche top down and the wing lift

Bitch nigga, one round, that's a remix

Six figures, hunnid rounds on the defense (On the defense)

Oh, oh (Ooh-ooh)

Oh, oh

Huh, ten properties, three businesses, one owner

I be really slammin' these bitches like Hulk Hogan

Choke holdin', bad bitches eat hoes and

I don't give a fuck if she married, she gettin' folded

No Trojan, since a kid I been chosen

Plus, I've been a player since ring around the rosies, look

Eight out there, I might pull up playin' ring around the rosies

Plus, I've been a player since ring around the rosies, look

(Maybach Music)