Everything A Dope Boy Ever Wanted Lyrics - Singles - Rick Ross

Rolls Royces, on my 4th Ferrari 

I got everything a dope boy ever wanted 

I got everything a dope boy ever wanted 

I got everything a dope boy ever wanted 

I got everything a dope boy ever wanted 

I smoke on that gas, I fly from California 

Bumpin' that new Stanley, Ty Dolla I'm on it 

Forbes, cash king, real nigga persona, huh 

Smokin' with my niggas, my shawty a roller 

Biker gang tatted, really a Tommy Mottola 

Niggas losin' touch but they tweetin' more 

I only feel a rush when we eatin' more, huh 

Hustle hard before my seeds deseed more 

Swear to the lord the less, why did I had with three floors? 

Roll a blunt with the ladies, playmates of the month 

We out the country in Dallas 

It's sad son, I'm what they want 

We the money team, Mayweather and Ricky now 

No more trickin' it's time to put some real pimpin' down 

We the heaviest even if it was featherweight 

If it's on me, it's deejee K, or it's tailor made 

Cribs in Atlanta, out in Vegas too 

Out in Ohio it's Stanley, Manzelli kept it true 

Lebron know the play, get your checks nigga 

Busy gettin' mine, can't worry 'bout the next nigga 

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October 27th, Ohio 

My nigga Stalley, it's a long way my nigga 

But it feels good to know, dreams come true 

I got everything a dope boy ever wanted 

'87 monte, with the rallies on it 

Ridin', Iphone 6 fully charged 

Aux plug connected bumpin' Elvis Presley blvd 

Couple hard niggas with me playing body guard 

So if you reach, get your body scarred, 12 Gauge shotty squad 

95 Percent of these niggas ain't really down to squab 

The other 5 percent, playing "god, oh lord" 

The games comical, all I can do is laugh now 

And all that beefin' gon' turn me into a cash cow 

And for that money, broad daylight, I'll pull that mask down 

Rozay got me out that basement, for him I'll lay that ass down 

And I ain't hollerin', just smooth talk over beat Billi 

It's double m to the grave, free meek Milly 

Dreams worth more than money, the album bout nothin' 

Bcg this our year, tell em stop frontin' 

In the hood billionaire got whatever on it 

This the crown in Ohio, I sit on that throne 

And welcome back Lebron, but Stalley been home 

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Yeah, BCG, MMG 

Y'all niggas act like I don't be rappin' 

Like I ain't one of the nicest out here 

Like I ain't got Ohio and the Midwest on my back 

Y'all better pay attention 

October 27th. My debut album, Ohio 

Man, it's gonna be a problem 

And that's all I'ma say 

Rozay, what up? 

You unleashed a monster my nigga