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Rick Ross

The Pulitzer

 

The Pulitzer

(album: Richer Than I Ever Been - 2021)


Uh, uh
Huh
Check

They can't believe that them niggas returned
We the one that the bitches prefer
In the club, we party until we get sweaty
In her eyes, I can see that lil' mama been ready
Hold my dick, doing biz with Liz Claiborne
Politics, I been rich, so I can pay for it
Doctor J in the bank, scoring title in the paint
Ray Kroc on my block, double cup my purple drank
They watching me close, even reading my lips
Bussing the .45, then I'm pleading the fifth
And I'm leaving as if that's a meeting I missed
Such a wonderful time, even blew 'em a kiss

Timbaland rich, two-fifty a beat
You should see his new crib, even came with a street
Still be touching the white, talking that Bubba Sparxxx
It got a double R on it if it's one of ours
Run along, boy, if you don't want a war
I got a prize, motherfucker, it's the Pulitzer
Woop, woop
It's pharaoh dinero

They say that the floor is facetious
Fat boy just keep filling the bleachers
Went from selling yayo with the nosebleeds
Young niggas only got rich with the wrong things
I'm thankful for melodies that the song bring
Rhyming longer than prison sentences in New Orleans
My nigga did a dub, now he at the fed
Shit, it's hard to feel the love when you taking meds
Them Percocets, they heavy on the ledge
Twenty million cash, yes, that's called success
Thousand acres, my own metropolis
And he still hustle with dominance
Niggas fake and I can tell by the pics
Instagram should take down your page for all those counterfeits
Getting money, it's still Boobie gang
No colors, no flags, just let the toolie bang

done

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