Letra Living large Rick Ross

Living large

(Ricky Rozay) Ricky Rozay
(BigXthaPlug) BigXthaPlug
(It's bigger than ever) We livin' large on this side
(Woo; Double M) Set in Stone (Maybach Music)
Woah

Gettin' big, gettin' big
My dreams gettin' big
Two-seater, top down, with an eight-figure bitch
Gettin' big, gettin' big
My money gettin' big
Gettin' big, gettin' big
My money gettin' big

Nigga think I'm trippin', diamonds on me drippin' (Drippin')
D-boy of the South, so you know I'm movin' different (Woah)
Livin' large is the mission(
Woah), claim forty tickets (Woah)
Came just to party, so I came with forty bitches
Say my name, and I'm comin' (Comin'), car show out in London (London)
People askin' questions, so don't tell they ass none (Never)
Shake that ass, baby, 'cause I wanna leave with somethin' (Come on, baby)
Shake that ass, baby, I won't tell the homies nothin' (Come on, baby)
Countin' money on the floor (Floor), always count the most (Woo)Startin' hearing voices, so I gave away the Ghost (Ghost)
Fortune on the Phantom, thousand acres in Atlanta (Dope)
Gave away a hundred for some homies with some cattle (Woah)
Ballin' is the basic (Woah), how we beat the cases (Woah)
Success on my tongue (Woah), like pussy, I could taste it (Woah)
All you haters overrated (Woah; 'Rated), all underpaid (Woah; Cool)
This boy'll make 'em twenty (Woah) million in a hundred days

Gettin' big, gettin' big
My dreams gettin' big
Two-seater, top down, with an eight-figure bitch
Gettin' big, gettin' big
My money gettin' big
Gettin' big, gettin' big
My money gettin' big

Ayy, see I'm the biggest of the big, my partner just did a bid
That nigga only did a year, when he got out, I gave him ten
With Audemars and Double R, I let my wrist float in the wind
Shit, every time I hit Miami, I can't lie, we do it big
Exotic cars, them bitches big, can't fit the car, we chop the wig
And way before I was the biggest in them streets, we did it big
You need a boat, shit, we got big
Fresh off the yacht, that bitch was big
And every pointer sittin' on my chest with no light better hit (Woah)
Just cash the check, three hundred hit
Just for one show, boy, I'm the shit
We hit the club, I need some models, ones, and Belaire in that bitch (Woah)
Went superstar, straight from the 6, where, since a jit, swear I been lit
I got like 1.6 in jewelry on, and this only one kit (Woah)
I pack a rubber, satin stitch (Woah), the only way I'm in the whip (Woah)
I still be thinkin' back on my last lick (Woah), we made that nigga strip (Woah)
And I know karma coming (Woah), when she do, I bet that ho get flipped (Woah)
Just spent 500
K on foreign shit (Woah) and wrapped it blue from there

This shit gettin' big, gettin' big
I swear it's gettin' big
Gettin' big, gettin' big
My pockets gettin' big
Gettin' big, gettin' big
My whips, I love 'em big
Gettin' big, gettin' big
My checks keep gettin' big, ayy