Walkin on Air - Rick Ross feat Meek Mill
[Intro: Rick Ross]
I pray we all live forever
I pray I'm a servant to all prophets
[?], rich forever
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Money on my head, p_ssy boy, that ain't enough
Bullet to your trap strapped in my armored truck
Your mami house next, tell that b_tch to duck
Ain't no sympathying in the city streets
That's all I ever heard from my older G's
She say she love me, but I know she play for keeps
Slip a black snake in a n_gga's sheets
Bought a b_tch a hundred acres, all red roses
Half you n_ggas' Judas, I'm the son of Moses
Illuminated, resurrected as Selassie
Bob Marley through the trumpets on the day I die
Rolls Royce's on dirt roads, we dopeboys
Baptized by the dopeboys, ordained by the assholes
My salvation is the cash flow, wow, oh
[Hook]
I'm walking on air
[Bridge]
I'm talking big, b_tch, I'm talking big
I'm talking big, b_tch, I'm talking big
We do it big, b_tch, we do it big
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I'm into fashion, n_gga, trying to bap this
My loyalty respected all across the atlas
I can have you and your team finalized
All your kids scream in your mouth, cyanide
Holy Ghost, the divine spirit
My heart pure, he a real n_gga
She let me f_ck early so she trustworthy
Her p_ssy sacred so she getting all the purses
In his name I'm Supreme Lord
The Book of Leviticus is the spring boy
Jesus Christ, look at this n_gga's ice
Better yet, look at this n_gga's life
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
You already know, I give and go and I get that dough
N_gga with that O, I move that sh_t like tic tac toe
And these be n_ggas hating like ''Meek Mill, how you get that hope?''
Cause I get that dough, and I switch that flow, just check my style
Look at that gold on my wrist on some sh_t
Make a call, ''who is this?'', think it's Benjie on the line
And he called, tried to flip, what I do?
Make a call, call Papi, four brick in
Papi call Jose cause Jose got fifth
Now I'm 30,000 feet up with my feet up, rolling weed up
P_ssy n_ggas couldn't blow us, couldn't beat us
Throwing curveballs in the field to get your ear like Derek Jeter
Double M, that's the team, I love to G us, yeah
[Bridge: Rick Ross]
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
I'm talking big, b_tch, I'm talking big
I'm talking big, b_tch, I'm talking big
We do it big, b_tch, we do it big
[Verse 4: Rick Ross]
F_ck a tutor, better get a shooter
Teach your ass a lesson when they running to ya
Fiends lining up like we having communions
This my daily bread and you n_ggas consumers
All I ever wanted was to make the scrilla
Have a recording session with J.Dilla
Selassie, Exodus
Corinthian, Leviticus
I'm on that bus, I study well
Getting money, b_tches know me well
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