Turnpike Ike Lyrics - Rick Ross

I told her that, she can't fuck me like I'm a king no more 

I told her she gotta make love to me like I'm an emperor, her emperor 

Man, I done got money everywhere, nigga, but particularly that Turnpike South 

It's been a blessing to a young nigga like Renzel 

(M-M-M) 

Indictment on the way, got Sadow on the case 

When you get your first kilo, it should be on your face 

Nigga movin' like the Mob, hundred thousand Francs 

Dry land when you wanna be out on the lake (Swish) 

Determined to be one of the fortunate men 

Bitches come from everywhere once the hustlin' commence 

I see you prayin', testified and forgot the time 

Bottom line, your car should get shot up like it was mine 

Twenty round, but the voodoo let no harm be allowed 

My voodoo, they all know the spirits when I be aroused 

Made it to Star Island, started with a nickel rock 

Who thought a project nigga get to get a yacht 

Two million dollars cash in the Range Rover 

Opa Laka Airport, let's get the plane loaded 

I put it on the Turnpike 

Gold rims, whip wheel, blue bills, ducking the termites 

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I'ma let one of my bad bitches tell you how much paper I got 

Baby, what we livin' like? (Twenty houses) 

What else? (Fifty cars) 

Yeah? (Haha) What I make you feel like? (Priceless, baby) 

Ugh, you live for me? (Every day) 

You would die for me? (Right now) 

Ugh (Haha) Double M G 

Turnpike, real earner, Ted Turner (Me) 

Whippin' in the kitchen, that boy was a fast learner 

Time to live it up, two million tucked in that new Bentley truck 

Ain't too many I can trust, so shooters is a must 

I reminisce when it was hit or miss (Ha) 

I was innocent until I hit a lick (Haha) 

Seven figures on a nigga' mama couch 

Don't wanna hear nobody talkin' 'bout a drought (Boss) 

I'm chillin on a yacht in my Mitchel and Ness (Ugh) 

Stitches in my britches, 57S 

Swishers, you could smell 'em on the internet 

Ain't beefin' with nobody 'cause I'm killin' that 

I tossed a pistol on the car chase (Wooh) 

Then walked into the church just like the boy Ma$e 

I'm the man out in Barcelona 

Got a couple bad bitches out in California 

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Real language, biggest 

Tell these niggas some more shit, bae 

(Baby, you the biggest, the biggest boss, you're my boss, baby) 

How much money we gon' get? (We gon' get all of it, baby, we gon' take it all, honey) 

Turnpike Ike, ugh, ha (You the biggest, baby, you the boss) 

Go get a room right out of town and I'm in Oprah's Yacht 

I'm makin' moves with all my rounds, you better call the cops 

Second weekend I just had to go buy me a drop 

Slick remarks and I'm in county, yeah look at me shop 

Cold games, I gotta step out and mold 'em in furs 

Gil Green the way I capture the moment with words 

City mine, I keep the killers that fill up a church 

Swear to God, a quarter kilo won't get you a verse 

Bring mine, stay on time, and that's where we resign 

Meanwhile, we be having such a meaningful time 

Spiritual nigga, baptized every G5 

With bad bitches who idol still with Nicki Minaj 

Rags to riches, now I move with beautiful women 

Knew from the beginning that one day that I'd grew to be winning 

If you lookin' for me, catch me on the Turnpike 

And when you see me, I'ma show you what this work like, nigga 

Fuck you think this is? Turnpike Ike, nigga, Isaac Hicks, rest in peace OG 

Big Mike, Michael Delancy, free Michael Delancy 

Kenneth Williams, long live Black Bo 

Carol City shit, nigga 

(He a thoughtful nigga, boss) 

(There won't ever be a boss as big as you, baby 

You the biggest, the biggest boss, you the biggest 

The biggest boss, you the boss, you the boss)