"Movin' Bass" lyrics
"Movin' Bass"
(feat. Jay-Z)
Ross is a real boss
Cause real bosses don't go to jail, you feel what I'm sayin'?
So yeah that's what I want y'all to know, you know what I mean?
As far as like his thinkin' patterns you know what I mean?
You know I admire y'all
The way y'all think, you know what I'm sayin'?
And I also admire that I was apart of that foundation from day one
You know? Y'all was the good homies
Y'all took the baton and ran with it
The thing is that I was workin' towards was
The empire is what I was workin' towards
And y'all took the baton and ran with it so it's nothin' but love man
Anythin' y'all need me to do from behind these walls, I'mma do it
You know what I'm sayin', without no question
[Rick Ross:]
The pot boils, temp rises, a hot boy
It's the fat boy, skinny ties, don't empty mine nigga
Tall ceilings, chandeliers, I'm authentic
Gettin' long money, short winded, let's go and get it nigga
Bang bang, bitch niggas caught drinkin' chase
Roll that double M, get shot and your finger waves
Twenty chicken spots and I still be movin' that base
Gave a job to the children you scared to raise
Chain swangin', name rangin'
Shots fired, same nigga
We movin' weight, I'm at a different pace
I'm out in Haïti with my lady screamin' "n'ap boule"
I'm hard to kill, Dade County, Versace Neil
Fourteen for that tattoo, worth that dollar bill
Only one man got the combination to the safe
Grammy nominated once, but I'm still movin' base
[Jay Z:]
You see them plaques on a nigga wall
And we movin' bass
Got them records jumpin' off the store uhh
And we movin' bass
Copper tried to knock us off
And we movin' bass
Haters throwin' shots through a niggas door
And we still movin' bass
Yeah
[Rick Ross:]
Fallin' from the sky, the money bad the bigger
Angels tatted all on me, pray for a Lord and sinner
Rolls Royce Corniche, sweepin' me off my feet
New bitches they by the fleet and we do em' all by the week
Taz Angels just wanna chill, jewelers just wanna meet
Weed man expensive, three trips a week
Misses just wanna freak, feds stay up the street
Know they tailin' us close so we leak what we wanna leak
New mob, suit sharp, my suit Farrahkhan
In the house of the lord, my niggas bearin' arms
His eyes wide, nose runny got what he fiendin' for
I'm movin' base, we outta state you know my speakers low
Put the pistol to your mouth now show me to the safe
Grammy nominated once, but I'm still movin' bass
[Jay Z:]
You see them plaques on a nigga wall
We still movin' bass
Got them records jumpin' off the store uh
Andwe still movin' bass
Copper tried to knock us off
And we still movin' bass
Haters throwin' shots through a niggas door
And we still movin' bass
[Rick Ross:]
You see the plaques on the wall but the yayo still in the spot
See my cousin off to college, I see that it costs a lot
Tallons fillin' the jammy, Miami still in my heart
Niggas playin' the corner, guess their playin' their part
Early coppin' the coupes, ladies stay on our feet
Your brother went to duplex, smell the dope from across the street
Hoodies come in all flavors, all black if you think you sweet
Arabs sellin' grenades by the box, you'll get it cheap
Schoolin' the little niggas, kilos all in the campus
A passport is necessary visa with all the rubbers
I beef with all the red cappers, head to the shop for some tobacco
(Blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka!)
BR-80 just a plus, don't mention the dust
R-O-C, double M kill anythin' we touch
[Jay Z:]
You see them plaques on a nigga wall
We still movin' bass
Got them records jumpin' off the store
And we still movin' bass
Copper tried to knock us off
And we still movin' bass
Haters throwin' shots through a niggas door
And we still movin' bass
Yeah
Writer(s): William Roberts, Timothy Mosley, Shawn Carter, Jerome Harmon, Chris Godbey
- AZLyrics
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- Rick Ross Lyrics
album:
"Hood Billionaire" (2014)
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