Текст песни Blow - Rick Ross feat. Dre
Designer
jeans
and
a
hand
full
of
dough
(Yeah)
Bottle
of
that
Rose,
pass
me
some
mo'
I
got,
mo'
cars,
mo'
cars,
mo'
clothes,
mo'
clothes
Mo'
money
means
more
dough
to
blow
(Bloooowwww)
Mo'
bottles,
there's
more
dough
to
blow
(Bloooowwww)
Rick
Ross
got
a
lot
of
dough
to
blow
Way
up
in
them
Cali
Hills,
burnin'
like
the
sunset
A
nigga
wit'
a
attitude,
take
it
outta'
context
Ridin'
with
that
big
thang,
lookin'
like
a
bomb
threat
Bin
Laden
beard,
Afghan
in
a
bomb
vest
Ross,
stranded
on
death
row
Makavali's
on
the
Maybach,
kicks
retro
She
wanna
gaze
at
the
stars
Pull
a
panoramic
view,
Pull
the
haze
out
the
jar
Rick
Ross,
I'm
the
best
in
the
flesh
Gettin'
blessed
on
a
jet
is
a
way
to
reflect
Hard
work
pays
off,
I'm
a
boss,
you
can
tell
By
the
bottles
in
the
pail,
and
the
models
that
we
share
I'm
into
real
estate,
in
a
realer
state
of
mind
We
came
for
trigga'
play,
kill
a
nigga
for
a
dime
I'm
tryna'
chill
today,
I
got
a
million
on
my
mind
Dice
in
my
hand,
one
roll,
I
blow
ya
mind
Designer
jeans
and
a
hand
full
of
dough
(Yeah)
Bottle
of
that
Rose,
pass
me
some
mo'
I
got,
mo'
cars,
mo'
cars,
mo'
clothes,
mo'
clothes
Mo'
money
means
more
dough
to
blow
(Bloooowwww)
Mo'
bottles,
there's
more
dough
to
blow
(Bloooowwww)
Rick
Ross
got
a
lot
of
dough
to
blow
Mo'
trips,
mo'
whips,
mo'
money,
I'm
mo'
rich
Mo'
haters,
mo'
clips,
mo'
jewels,
mo'
shit
Half
a
hundred
grand
in
some
rubberbands
Gats
all
flashed
in
my
other
hand
On
the
other
hand,
I'm
still
pitching
underhand
All
softballs,
all
bases
covered
man
Mo'
trucks,
mo'
bucks,
mo'
freaks,
mo'
butts
I
see
the
vision,
from
Club
Vision
to
Privé
I
get
brain,
I
bust
nuts,
in
each
states
Soon
as
I
see
what
I'm
lookin'
for
I
sit
up
in
that
seat
and
cut
em'
off
on
them
24's
There
it
goes,
baby
girl
come
talk
wit'
tha'
boss
I
pop
a
rose
bottles,
you
can
kick
ya
shoes
off
Designer
jeans
and
a
hand
full
of
dough
(Yeah)
Bottle
of
that
Rose,
pass
me
some
mo'
I
got,
mo'
cars,
mo'
cars,
mo'
clothes,
mo'
clothes
Mo'
money
means
more
dough
to
blow
(Bloooowwww)
Mo'
bottles,
there's
more
dough
to
blow
(Bloooowwww)
Rick
Ross
got
a
lot
of
dough
to
blow
Ever
seen
a
fat
boy
in
a
big
body
Know
you
wanna
see
about
me,
all
you
do
is
think
bout
it
Lease
apartments
to
get
kicked
out
it
Next
day,
buy
a
condo
to
get
a
kick
out
it
Mill
ticket
for
the
view,
this
is
what
I
do
When
I'm
on
the
beach,
all
my
diamonds
salt
water
blue
So
let's
party
like
the
pack
jam,
Pacman
Fifty
grand,
stacked
in
my
lap
man
Get
a
lap
dance,
and
if
you
get
my
dick
hard
This
ya
last
chance,
to
up
up
on
that
big
car
Wit'
tha
Fat
Man,
certified
Hood
Star
But
he
a
millionaire,
look
bitch
you
going
far
This
the
movement,
a
few
niggas'
you
wanna
move
wit'
Gucci
on
my
feet,
see
I'm
only
in
the
new
shit
Ha,
they
say
life's
a
bitch
But
close
ya
eyes
for
a
minute,
and
just
bite
this
dick,
it's
Ross
Designer
jeans
and
a
hand
full
of
dough
(Yeah)
Bottle
of
that
Rose,
pass
me
some
mo'
I
got,
mo'
cars,
mo'
cars,
mo'
clothes,
mo'
clothes
Mo'
money
means
more
dough
to
blow
(Bloooowwww)
Mo'
bottles,
there's
more
dough
to
blow
(Bloooowwww)
Rick
Ross
got
a
lot
of
dough
to
blow
Designer
jeans
and
a
hand
full
of
dough
(Yeah)
Bottle
of
that
Rose,
pass
me
some
mo'
I
got,
mo'
cars,
mo'
cars,
mo'
clothes,
mo'
clothes
Mo'
money
means
more
dough
to
blow
(Bloooowwww)
Mo'
bottles,
there's
more
dough
to
blow
(Bloooowwww)
Rick
Ross
got
a
lot
of
dough
to
blow
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1 Pots and Pans
2 Hit U from the Back
3 Push It
4 Hustlin' (Remix)
5 It's My Time
6 Get Away
7 Boss
8 I'm Bad
9 Intro
10 For Da Low
11 White House
12 Pots and Pans
13 Get Away
14 It's My Time
15 Hustlin’ (remix)
16 It Ain’t a Problem
17 I’m a G
18 Prayer
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