"The Transporter" lyrics
[Rick Ross:]
One time for the niggas that's huggin' the block
Two times for the boys thats bubblin' rock
Three times for the G's including myself
Four times for the brothers that's reachin' the wealth
Five times for the hustle I taught it myself
Transporter I bought it myself
I bought it myself
Niggas major, tailored suits, the newest gators
Gangsta, I'm motherfuckin' Albert Anastasia
Michael Corleone, presidential Rolly on
Net worth unknown, closet full of Skull and Bones
Silver spurs come his and hers, just live and learn
Snipers on the roofs like troops, that's for whom it concerns
Applaud the whores abroad, awaiting my return
Resurrected like Makaveli, pray my soul burns
Sole supplier for cocaine in Southern states
Sending sack city to city, back in a couple days
Don't get me started, I make triple in fickle markets
My profit margin'll have all you local niggas starving
One time for the niggas who huggin' the block
Two times for the boys who bubblin' rock
Three times for my brothers who reachin' the wealth
Four times for the G's including myself
Thinking back when a nigga never had a quarter
Much love for the bitches wearing something shorter
Five times for the trap, got a nigga ballin'
But I gotta take my hat off to the Transporter
When I'm looking for a certain feeling, gotta hit her raw
Look up to my ceiling ladies, chandeliers galore
Look into my closet then you know I love couture
Even more, shoe collection too fly for the fucking floor
Shelves, Louis V in jails
Shoot the fucking stylist we gon' find this shit ourselves
Audemar was designed by Swizz Beatz
Black face, black band, orange stitching, it's a beast
To say the least, I am extraordinaire
Transporter yeah I bought it, pistols in the air
Sole supplier for cocaine in Southern states
Sending sacks city to city, back in a couple days
Don't get me started, I make triple in fickle markets
My profit margin'll have all these local niggas starving
I got them thangs, I'mma tell ya once
Better have your money right, you won't see me for months
One time for the niggas who huggin' the block
Two times for them boys who bubblin' rock
Three times for my brothers who reachin' the wealth
Four times for the G's including myself
Thinking back when a nigga never had a quarter
Much love for the bitches wearing something shorter
Five times for the trap, got a nigga ballin'
But I gotta take my hat off to the Transporter
Whooooo!
I love it when a plan comes together
How was your ride baby?
[Female:]
It was great daddy
[Rick Ross:]
Yeah...I like that
Long as you like that
[Female:]
I love it!
[Rick Ross:]
Teamwork make the dream work
Ya feel me?
[Female:]
Fa sho
[Rick Ross:]
I love you baby
[Female:]
I love you dadddddy
[Rick Ross:]
I love you babbbby!
[Female:]
I love you dadddddy!
[Rick Ross:]
Whooooo!
Whooooo!
One time for the niggas that's huggin' the block
Two times for the boys thats bubblin' rock
Three times for the G's including myself
Four times for the brothers that's reachin' the wealth
Five times for the hustle I taught it myself
Transporter I bought it myself
I bought it myself
Niggas major, tailored suits, the newest gators
Gangsta, I'm motherfuckin' Albert Anastasia
Michael Corleone, presidential Rolly on
Net worth unknown, closet full of Skull and Bones
Silver spurs come his and hers, just live and learn
Snipers on the roofs like troops, that's for whom it concerns
Applaud the whores abroad, awaiting my return
Resurrected like Makaveli, pray my soul burns
Sole supplier for cocaine in Southern states
Sending sack city to city, back in a couple days
Don't get me started, I make triple in fickle markets
My profit margin'll have all you local niggas starving
One time for the niggas who huggin' the block
Two times for the boys who bubblin' rock
Three times for my brothers who reachin' the wealth
Four times for the G's including myself
Thinking back when a nigga never had a quarter
Much love for the bitches wearing something shorter
Five times for the trap, got a nigga ballin'
But I gotta take my hat off to the Transporter
When I'm looking for a certain feeling, gotta hit her raw
Look up to my ceiling ladies, chandeliers galore
Look into my closet then you know I love couture
Even more, shoe collection too fly for the fucking floor
Shelves, Louis V in jails
Shoot the fucking stylist we gon' find this shit ourselves
Audemar was designed by Swizz Beatz
Black face, black band, orange stitching, it's a beast
To say the least, I am extraordinaire
Transporter yeah I bought it, pistols in the air
Sole supplier for cocaine in Southern states
Sending sacks city to city, back in a couple days
Don't get me started, I make triple in fickle markets
My profit margin'll have all these local niggas starving
I got them thangs, I'mma tell ya once
Better have your money right, you won't see me for months
One time for the niggas who huggin' the block
Two times for them boys who bubblin' rock
Three times for my brothers who reachin' the wealth
Four times for the G's including myself
Thinking back when a nigga never had a quarter
Much love for the bitches wearing something shorter
Five times for the trap, got a nigga ballin'
But I gotta take my hat off to the Transporter
Whooooo!
I love it when a plan comes together
How was your ride baby?
[Female:]
It was great daddy
[Rick Ross:]
Yeah...I like that
Long as you like that
[Female:]
I love it!
[Rick Ross:]
Teamwork make the dream work
Ya feel me?
[Female:]
Fa sho
[Rick Ross:]
I love you baby
[Female:]
I love you dadddddy
[Rick Ross:]
I love you babbbby!
[Female:]
I love you dadddddy!
[Rick Ross:]
Whooooo!
Whooooo!
