Rick Ross - Walkin’ on Air lyrics
Rick Ross [William Leonard Roberts II] Clarksdale, Mississippi, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rick Ross - Walkin’ on Air lyrics]
I pray we all live forever
I pray I'm a servant to all prophets
May I be rich forever
Money on my head, pussy, boy
That ain't enough
Pull up to your trap strapped
In my armored truck
Your mami house next, tell that bitch to duck
Ain't no sympathy in the inner 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 nigga's sheets
Bought a bitch a hundred acres, all red roses
Half you niggas Judas, I'm the son of Moses
Illuminated, resurrected as Selassie
Bob Marley through the trumpets on
The day I die
Rolls Royces on dirt roads, we dopeboys
Baptized by the dopeboys
Ordained by the assholes
My salvation is the cash flow woah, oh
I'm walkin' on air
I'm talkin' big, bitch, I'm talkin' big
I'm talkin' big, bitch, I'm talkin' big
We do it big, bitch, we do it big
I'm into fashion, nigga, John the Baptist
My loyalty respected all across the atlas
I can have you and your team finalized
All your kids screamin' at Mount Sinai
Holy Ghost, the divine spirit
My heart pure, he a real nigga
She let me fuck early so she trustworthy
Her pussy sacred so she
Gettin' all the purses
In his name I'm Supreme Lord
The Book of Leviticus is the springboard
Jesus Christ, look at this nigga's ice
Better yet, look at this nigga's life
I'm walkin' on air
You already know
I give and go and I get that dope
Nigga with that O
I move that shit like tic tac-toe
And these be niggas hatin'
Like ''Meek Mill, how you get that ho?''
Cause I get that dough
And I switch that flow
Just check my style, look at that Ro'
On my wrist
On some shit, make a call, "Who is this?"
Think it's Benji on the line and he called
Tried to flip
What I do? Make a call, call Papi for a brick
And papi call José, cause José got fish
Now I'm 30, 000 feet up with my feet up
Rollin' weed up
Pussy niggas couldn't bluff us
Couldn't beat us
Throwin' curveballs in the field get
You hit like Derek Jeter
Double M, yeah that's the team
I know they see us, yeah
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
I'm talkin' big, bitch, I'm talkin' big
I'm talkin' big, bitch, I'm talkin' big
We do it big, bitch, we do it big
Fuck a tutor, better get a shooter
Teach your ass a lesson when
They runnin' to ya
Fiends linin' up like we havin' communions
This my daily bread and you niggas consumers
All I ever wanted was to make scrilla
Have a recordin' session with J Dilla
Selassie, Exodus corinthians, Leviticus
I'm on the books, I study well
Gettin' money, bitches know me well
Selassie selassie
Pray I never die pray I never die
I pray I'm a servant to all prophets
May I be rich forever
Money on my head, pussy, boy
That ain't enough
Pull up to your trap strapped
In my armored truck
Your mami house next, tell that bitch to duck
Ain't no sympathy in the inner 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 nigga's sheets
Bought a bitch a hundred acres, all red roses
Half you niggas Judas, I'm the son of Moses
Illuminated, resurrected as Selassie
Bob Marley through the trumpets on
The day I die
Rolls Royces on dirt roads, we dopeboys
Baptized by the dopeboys
Ordained by the assholes
My salvation is the cash flow woah, oh
I'm walkin' on air
I'm talkin' big, bitch, I'm talkin' big
I'm talkin' big, bitch, I'm talkin' big
We do it big, bitch, we do it big
I'm into fashion, nigga, John the Baptist
My loyalty respected all across the atlas
I can have you and your team finalized
All your kids screamin' at Mount Sinai
Holy Ghost, the divine spirit
My heart pure, he a real nigga
She let me fuck early so she trustworthy
Her pussy sacred so she
Gettin' all the purses
In his name I'm Supreme Lord
The Book of Leviticus is the springboard
Jesus Christ, look at this nigga's ice
Better yet, look at this nigga's life
I'm walkin' on air
You already know
I give and go and I get that dope
Nigga with that O
I move that shit like tic tac-toe
And these be niggas hatin'
Like ''Meek Mill, how you get that ho?''
Cause I get that dough
And I switch that flow
Just check my style, look at that Ro'
On my wrist
On some shit, make a call, "Who is this?"
Think it's Benji on the line and he called
Tried to flip
What I do? Make a call, call Papi for a brick
And papi call José, cause José got fish
Now I'm 30, 000 feet up with my feet up
Rollin' weed up
Pussy niggas couldn't bluff us
Couldn't beat us
Throwin' curveballs in the field get
You hit like Derek Jeter
Double M, yeah that's the team
I know they see us, yeah
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
I'm talkin' big, bitch, I'm talkin' big
I'm talkin' big, bitch, I'm talkin' big
We do it big, bitch, we do it big
Fuck a tutor, better get a shooter
Teach your ass a lesson when
They runnin' to ya
Fiends linin' up like we havin' communions
This my daily bread and you niggas consumers
All I ever wanted was to make scrilla
Have a recordin' session with J Dilla
Selassie, Exodus corinthians, Leviticus
I'm on the books, I study well
Gettin' money, bitches know me well
Selassie selassie
Pray I never die pray I never die