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rick ross - another one lyrics

[intro: puff daddy & rick ross]
(puff daddy) ayo, turn out all the lights in the club
grab your b-tch, n-gga
we here
(rick ross) we talking about new money, n-gga. what you know about it?
(puff daddy) rozay! turn me up real loud
i want these n-ggas to hear me
bugatti boyz. puff daddy. maybach music, this bad boy, b-tch

[verse 1: puff daddy]
you n-ggas paranoid
i party getting money
i know i’m the sh-t: my janitor be getting money
i got a skyscr-per, it’s a h-ll of a view
got me closer to god, angel wings on my coupe
pray for me, d-mn i grind everyday for it
if you see me riding in it, means i paid for it
bugatti boyz 1.8 fours
i got money baby i could order 8 more
f-ck the forbes list lets tell the truth i ate more
i got a billion baby time to get 8 more
12 bedrooms, time to get 8 more
stack up all the cases of ciroc up on the 8th floor

[hook: rick ross & (puff daddy)]
got a hundred million
(its time to get another one)
how this bugatti feel
(i may need me another one)
5 bad b-tches
(just got me another one)
p. diddy run the city
(never be another one)
5 mill cash
(and i need another one)
rocking a different rollie
(no this not the other one)
stacking a number getting money
(n-gga number one)
real n-ggas run the city
(never be another one)

[verse 2: puff daddy]
these haters speculate
they always watching mine
she know what time it is
just like my watch line
my clothes line
the cologne b-tch
i know you smell this money sitting on this throne b-tch
i’m strong b-tch
i own sh-t
gave myself a ten digit bonus
i’m the money man, never financed
go get this money baby, with yo fine -ss
if ya n-gga broke it’s time to get another one
if you b-tch is tripping time to get another one
i’m puff daddy b-tch there’ll never be another one
bugatti boyz forever one

[hook]

[verse 3: rick ross]
i feelin’ the money
i’m lovin’ the paper
n-gga hate in the ‘hood
took his ho to jamaica
if i let down the top
let the breeze in my beard
vip is the spot, they playing musical chairs
my columbian the man, holla, “beam me up shawty”
got that money in the bag that can hold a f-cking body
1.5 for this brand new black bugatti
jewels like i’m sl!ck rick
bally shoes ladi-dadi
i’m feeling myself, b-tch you do the same
f-ck what i spend at the bar
you should see how i came
keep my b-tch at her best
with one foot in the trap
if i bust at your chest i bet that’s a wrap
(take that)

- rick ross lyrics

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