Biografia:
William Leonard Roberts II (born January 28, 1976), known by his stage name Rick Ross, is an American rapper. Ross founded the record label Maybach Music Group, on which he released his studio albums Deeper Than Rap (2009) Teflon Don (2010) and God Forgives, I Don't (2012). Ross was also the first artist signed to Diddy's management company Ciroc Entertainment. In early 2012, MTV named Ross as the Hottest MC In The Game.
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[Intro: Rick Ross]
Beep, beep
I'm sittin' at the red light
My ankle monitor beepin'
Hadn't been charged (fuck that)
I think I see the beeper (let's bounce, man)
Mmm, bounce
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
D#m
I took my roof off at the red light
G#m A#m
I took my roof off at the red light
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
G#m A#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
D#m
Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash
G#m A#m
Brown bag legend when it's all cash
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
G#m A#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
D#m G#m A#m
First one on the block, woah, I need mine off the top, uh
D#m G#m A#m
Overtown, he got shot, but he died in Opa-locka
D#m G#m A#m
Couldn't save one lung, hit 'em up, hmm, hmm
D#m G#m A#m
See the look on my face (woo!) like Carol City one state
D#m G#m A#m
Niggas hate on my sound, 'til I went the first round
D#m G#m A#m
Then I earnt the Lombardi, ain't no fuckboys allowed
D#m G#m A#m
Only fuck if she exclusive, her favorite rapper Lil Boosie
D#m G#m A#m
To tell the truth I didn't ask, when it come to bitches I'm Gucci
D#m G#m A#m
I'm the wrong one to rob, in the jungle I'm Nas
D#m G#m A#m
In the label I'm Russ, in the trap I'm Rick Ross
D#m G#m A#m
Double M, Goldman Sachs, just like Omar and Khloe
D#m G#m A#m
You can't dial for the packs, I sent you right back loaded
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
D#m
I took my roof off at the red light
G#m A#m
I took my roof off at the red light
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
G#m A#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
D#m
Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash
G#m A#m
Brown bag legend when it's all cash
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
G#m A#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
D#m
I was tryna bet the whole map
G#m A#m
Out in Vegas, out the trap
D#m
Niggas talkin' 'bout raidin' the trap
G#m A#m
Man, I'm 'bout to go ape in the trap (nigga goin' ape shit)
D#m
Nigga, watch your babies in the trap
G#m A#m
Nigga cookin' oil base in the trap
D#m
Young nigga slave in the trap
G#m A#m
Nigga run base, base in the trap
D#m
I'm 'bout to get this shit movin', yeah
G#m A#m
Answer the door with the Woolie, yeah
D#m
Wrist in the water, I need me a boat
G#m A#m
I'm 'bout to get this shit cruisin', yeah
D#m
Stand at the stove 'til you're woozy, woozy
G#m A#m
Let's make a movie, movie, yeah
D#m
Move, move, move
G#m A#m
Bitch, I'm richer than Tom Cruise, yeah
D#m
So many different meds on me
D#m
Fuck around, call the Fed on me
D#m
Chk-chk, boom boom boom your head, homie, reds
D#m G#m A#m
Draco got a lot of lead on it, you dead
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
D#m
I took my roof off at the red light
G#m A#m
I took my roof off at the red light
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
G#m A#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
D#m
Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash
G#m A#m
Brown bag legend when it's all cash
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
G#m A#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
[Verse 3: Wale]
D#m
Yeah, Wale though, uh, uh
D#m G#m A#m
I ain't nothin' like the trap niggas, Goyard backpack nigga
D#m G#m A#m
Uber crates 'til the Feds pull up, woo woo, cataracts, nigga
D#m
I'm the type, holla at the wife
G#m A#m
Her body yours, but her soul is mine
D#m
Adios, do a hundred 20
G#m A#m
All she want is good dick and advice
D#m G#m A#m
Wraith, scrappin' my tires, Jameson 'til I'm fried
D#m G#m A#m
Famous here but I'm humble, Double M the Empire
D#m G#m A#m
Renzel got me all day, I'm Kyrie, he LeBron James
D#m G#m
Tired niggas say Folarin ain't top
A#m
I've been SportsCenter every day
D#m G#m A#m
I ain't nothin' like them trap guys, I mean I kinda do bag dimes
D#m G#m A#m
I kinda never do back down, leave a nigga high via rap lines
D#m G#m A#m
Get a beat, leave it baptized, mob ties, but it's black lives
D#m G#m A#m
Black lives, nigga, trap lives, gimme five on the black side
[Chorus: Rick Ross & Young Thug]
D#m
I took my roof off at the red light
G#m A#m
I took my roof off at the red light
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
G#m A#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
D#m
Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash
G#m A#m
Brown bag legend when it's all cash
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
G#m A#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Beep, beep
I'm sittin' at the red light
My ankle monitor beepin'
Hadn't been charged (fuck that)
I think I see the beeper (let's bounce, man)
Mmm, bounce
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
D#m
I took my roof off at the red light
G#m A#m
I took my roof off at the red light
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
G#m A#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
D#m
Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash
G#m A#m
Brown bag legend when it's all cash
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
G#m A#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
D#m G#m A#m
First one on the block, woah, I need mine off the top, uh
D#m G#m A#m
Overtown, he got shot, but he died in Opa-locka
D#m G#m A#m
Couldn't save one lung, hit 'em up, hmm, hmm
D#m G#m A#m
See the look on my face (woo!) like Carol City one state
D#m G#m A#m
Niggas hate on my sound, 'til I went the first round
D#m G#m A#m
Then I earnt the Lombardi, ain't no fuckboys allowed
D#m G#m A#m
Only fuck if she exclusive, her favorite rapper Lil Boosie
D#m G#m A#m
To tell the truth I didn't ask, when it come to bitches I'm Gucci
D#m G#m A#m
I'm the wrong one to rob, in the jungle I'm Nas
D#m G#m A#m
In the label I'm Russ, in the trap I'm Rick Ross
D#m G#m A#m
Double M, Goldman Sachs, just like Omar and Khloe
D#m G#m A#m
You can't dial for the packs, I sent you right back loaded
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
D#m
I took my roof off at the red light
G#m A#m
I took my roof off at the red light
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
G#m A#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
D#m
Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash
G#m A#m
Brown bag legend when it's all cash
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
G#m A#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
D#m
I was tryna bet the whole map
G#m A#m
Out in Vegas, out the trap
D#m
Niggas talkin' 'bout raidin' the trap
G#m A#m
Man, I'm 'bout to go ape in the trap (nigga goin' ape shit)
D#m
Nigga, watch your babies in the trap
G#m A#m
Nigga cookin' oil base in the trap
D#m
Young nigga slave in the trap
G#m A#m
Nigga run base, base in the trap
D#m
I'm 'bout to get this shit movin', yeah
G#m A#m
Answer the door with the Woolie, yeah
D#m
Wrist in the water, I need me a boat
G#m A#m
I'm 'bout to get this shit cruisin', yeah
D#m
Stand at the stove 'til you're woozy, woozy
G#m A#m
Let's make a movie, movie, yeah
D#m
Move, move, move
G#m A#m
Bitch, I'm richer than Tom Cruise, yeah
D#m
So many different meds on me
D#m
Fuck around, call the Fed on me
D#m
Chk-chk, boom boom boom your head, homie, reds
D#m G#m A#m
Draco got a lot of lead on it, you dead
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
D#m
I took my roof off at the red light
G#m A#m
I took my roof off at the red light
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
G#m A#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
D#m
Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash
G#m A#m
Brown bag legend when it's all cash
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
G#m A#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
[Verse 3: Wale]
D#m
Yeah, Wale though, uh, uh
D#m G#m A#m
I ain't nothin' like the trap niggas, Goyard backpack nigga
D#m G#m A#m
Uber crates 'til the Feds pull up, woo woo, cataracts, nigga
D#m
I'm the type, holla at the wife
G#m A#m
Her body yours, but her soul is mine
D#m
Adios, do a hundred 20
G#m A#m
All she want is good dick and advice
D#m G#m A#m
Wraith, scrappin' my tires, Jameson 'til I'm fried
D#m G#m A#m
Famous here but I'm humble, Double M the Empire
D#m G#m A#m
Renzel got me all day, I'm Kyrie, he LeBron James
D#m G#m
Tired niggas say Folarin ain't top
A#m
I've been SportsCenter every day
D#m G#m A#m
I ain't nothin' like them trap guys, I mean I kinda do bag dimes
D#m G#m A#m
I kinda never do back down, leave a nigga high via rap lines
D#m G#m A#m
Get a beat, leave it baptized, mob ties, but it's black lives
D#m G#m A#m
Black lives, nigga, trap lives, gimme five on the black side
[Chorus: Rick Ross & Young Thug]
D#m
I took my roof off at the red light
G#m A#m
I took my roof off at the red light
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
G#m A#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
D#m
Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash
G#m A#m
Brown bag legend when it's all cash
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
G#m A#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
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