Rick Ross – Act A Fool Lyrics

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[Intro: Rick Ross]
It’s a beautiful day to get some money, and every day is another opportunity to touch some paper
So I pray you wanna see a young nigga shine
If not nigga, put ya head in a hole, or I’ma put a whole in ya head
Ya heard me
Tell me right now nigga whatchu wanna do
20 billboards in the city, who the fuck is you
I look a lil’ familiar, don’t I
Ha, ha, ha, ha, look at y’all, look at it, look at it, nigga
Maybach Music

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Tell me right now nigga whatchu wanna do (Huh)
20 billboards in the city, who the fuck is you (What?)
I DM all of your bitches when I’m in the mood (Hah)
Quick to blow a hunnid keys, yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Oh God, yeah that boy a fool

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Ass on all my bitches, so I squeeze ’em in the coupe (Hah)
Fascinated with the fortune and it came true (Woo)
I may pass you in the Porsche, and with the brains blue (Neeum)
Got your bitch so wet, I’m steppin’ out in rainboots (Hah)
Thought it was Obama, way I came through (Haha)
I’m talkin’ different commas from them lame dudes
I’m printin’ paper, boy, I even wrote a book
I got 10 million cash, what, you wanna look
I got a half a kilo in my Monte Carlo (Huh)
And if I pull that ‘nina, boy you got a problem (Woo)
Richest nigga down in Florida, like I hit the lotto (Ho)
It’s amazin’ what could happen with a couple dollars (Dollars)
They wasn’t fuckin’ with me when I went to school
Goddamn, what that nigga do
He got a Rolex and you know it’s new
Evander Holyfield and Lennox Lewis

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Tell me right now nigga whatchu wanna do (Huh)
20 billboards in the city, who the fuck is you (What?)
I DM all of your bitches when I’m in the mood (Hah)
Quick to blow a hunnid keys, yeah that boy a fool (Boss)
Yeah that boy a fool (Boss)
Yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Oh God, yeah that boy a fool

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
10 stacks on the stage, cause a whirlwind (whirlwind)
Take a couple stacks and give that to your girlfriend (Whoo)
Love to see pretty bitches kissin’ on pretty bitches
Number one in my book is all the realest bitches (Hahaha)
Real niggas gettin’ money, and she keep it square (Square)
If she were a hunnid, then I’ma keep it there (There)
I got a Lamborghini, now I need the shoes
Took ’em on the high speed, so I made the news
Big bank boys, tryna act a fool (Woo)
Big bank, you gotta help me count it too (Bank)
Half a ticket, boy, I spend it in the Lex
Seven figures, nigga, got it on his neck
I get exclusive Nikes with the light-up checks
Still scared to get indicted for the white investments (I swear)
Rich nigga, bitch, I got it tatted on me (tatted on me)
I’m married to this shit, I get my alimony (Woo)

[Chorus: Rick Ross and Wale]
Tell me right now nigga whatchu wanna do (Huh)
20 billboards in the city, who the fuck is you (Huh)
I DM all of your bitches when I’m in the mood (Tell ’em dawg, tell ’em dawg)
Quick to blow a hunnid keys, yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool (Folarin in this bitch)
Oh God, yeah that boy a fool

[Verse 3: Wale & Rick Ross/Both]
Yeah
Folarin in this bitch, your bitch is glad to see it (Huh)
I like my women built like they could win a hundred meters (Woo)
I’m not that nigga that you niggas finna suck your teeth at (Nigga)
You see this watch, you raise your eyes, it’s rock my [?]
How did I get here? (‘Ere)
Who the fuck is you? (Nigga)
Niggas on their high horse, cool, I’m investin’ in glue
We can rumble or settle it cool
Ross told me homie is chess, then he made checkers the move
Yeah, Hunnid SBs
That’s 20 something on me (Huh)
Trust they not stuntin’ on me (Huh)
Some of y’all just finally catchin’ up (Huh)
Guess my old seminar free (Huh)
‘Cause all my old shit, from like ’06, is on everybody feet
And now they walkin’ like I talkin’
Y’all just go pay homage (Waleus)
Least before like March I had them Cactus Plant Flea Markets
And I just called up Travis
For the Cactuses you coppin’
Pink laces on my Jordans, or pink boxes on my condoms
And my closet, boy

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Tell me right now nigga whatchu wanna do (Huh)
20 billboards in the city, who the fuck is you
I DM all of your bitches when I’m in the mood
Quick to blow a hunnid keys, yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Oh God, yeah that boy a fool

[Outro: Rick Ross]
M-M
Lord have mercy
M-M-M
For these pussy niggas on the Sabbath
M-M-M-M-M-M
Huh

RiFF RAFF & Skepta – Back from the Dead

[Hook: RiFF RAFF]
Back from the dead, back from the dead
Back from the, back from the dead
Back from the dead, back from the dead
Back from the, back from the dead

[Verse 1: RiFF RAFF]
Yeah, the baby blue coupe looks like baby food
My diamonds jumping out the gem since preschool
You a typewriter, I’m the type to collect titles
Yeah, Versace gingivitis, diamonds on my pacifier
I even as a youth crushed jewels upon my tooth
Throw the car seat out the roof, I hit the state, truce
I finesse the Jaguar, I candy coated my car
I got Butterfinger interior, intercept a miracle
[Hook: RiFF RAFF]
Back from the dead, back from the dead
Back from the, back from the dead
Back from the dead, back from the dead
Back from the, back from the dead

[Verse 2: Skepta]
If I had to take a L
Take it on the chin (mhm)
Lennox Lewis ting (bling)
All I do is win (bling)
Seattle for my bling (ice)
All you hear is ‘shing’
Chicken wing swing
When I’m dancing with my ting
You think you’re scary?
I’m dead already
My funeral was amazing
It was beautiful (sick)
Doves flying
Brothers blazing in the cubicles (s’matter?)
Fakes crying
Rest in peace
It’s so delusional
But I know that’s the usual
I’m back from the dead

[Hook: RiFF RAFF]
Back from the dead, back from the dead
Back from the, back from the dead
Back from the dead, back from the dead
Back from the, back from the dead