Elvis Presley Blvd (remix) Lyrics - Rick Ross

Hood billionaire 

Nigga need that quinine 

I'm making more with the baking soda, don't hate on me 

You know where I'm at though 

I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD 

I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD 

Got the dogfood, the soft, nigga, and the hard 

You can tell them crackers they can go and get the dogs 

I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD 

Riding down Elvis Presley BLVD 

Got the boy, got the girl and I got the hard 

Tell them pussy crackers they can bring the dogs 

I got priscilla, I got priscilla 

I got vanilla, boy, I got vanilla 

I been that nigga, I been that nigga 

I bend that corner, I'm stacking scrilla 

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My face familiar, my face familiar 

Half a milli for the whip, this bitch'll hurt your feelings 

I could fly Brazillian, send her in the mail 

She got Meek Milly cellphone in the county jail 

I'm at the car wash off on Elvis Presley BLVD 

That nina hit your van, your ass gon' holla "good God" 

You feel that itch, you feel that itch 

That Camaro moving fast, boy, I'm getting rich 

Run up in the chopper, I push the panic button 

Lil' 'Toine snorting coke, he ain't scared of nothing 

Bumping player fly until a player die 

Charged 'em for the nine gram, but I gave a five 

My baking soda fine, I'm baking over dimes 

I got them brown bags, I bet they know the smell 

I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD 

Can I park an airplane in a nigga yard? 

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Fresh in them sneakers, pills up, I'm stepping on the dogs 

Bringing down a half a thing, mane, get these puppies off 

Hard work pays off, get more if you selling soft 

Catch you slipping out here though, my dog, we knock your melon off 

They cannot stunt, shoot them, rifles long like African 

Got them young boys shooting shit up like Africans 

Me gold in me mouth, 'round my neck like leprechaun 

Lamborghini or Ferrari, watch these bitches come 

Packing funds all because me go quick to rob the clubs 

Me go an hour full of slugs, left these bodies full of slugs 

Met me on the south side of the city with the whole thing 

Iced 'em with the heater, took the shit, it's a cold game 

These niggas know I done it, now there's rumors they want my head 

Got my Russian bitch sleeping with me right in the bed 

My niggas killing about this shit, for realling about this shit 

Fuck around and get a hundred years, dawg, for about this shit