Rick Ross - Albert Pujols lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] Boss is my position, I got the ammunition All Wale talking is Ambition [Hook: Rick Ross (Wale)] In the caravan with some Latin b**hes Talking caramel with them a**es like the strippers Oye mami, ven aca, come her for papi chulo Let me knock it out the park, I'm talking Albert Pujols (Albert Pujols, trial left two hoes up in my new muh-f**ing two door This sh** ain't nothing new though I'm tryna knock that out the park, Albert Pujols) [Vamp] Schematic, hold the f** up n***a Bring that sh** the f** back This the big boss Ricky Ross n***a We ain't playing no f**ing games [Verse 1: Wale] Made a million with the pen Make my women follow dreams, p**y popping follow head b**hes check on my stats, women get too attached f** what them n***as saying I hit whoever at bat John Rocker Atlanta's Bravest know that I'm awesome Bet I be like Fenway out in Boston, my green is a monster We don't speak to informants, they just look for a way out They just hating on the game, they just way too Canseco Gotta thank my crew, my label, everything I do they ate, Oh K with, who the f** gon' say something? sh** grand like a muh-f**ing ba** load Three strikes put a muh-f**ing K up Double M n***a now we up Three strikes like a muh-f**ing C.C You wife ain't sh**, we G'd her Huh, we G'd up, G'd up Up in my new two door Knock it out the park, Albert Pujols [Hook] [Verse 2: Fabolous] Feel like I seen it all, but I can't say so Be a snitch? No way, Jose Canseco Face down, a** up, ain't none of my b**hes planking though We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my n***as Yankees though It's going down in history, the way I valet two doors She blew a kiss at me, I told her da le culo Listen b, just give my stylist kudos And my consistency? I call that Albert Pujols Shouts out to St. Louey, swag champ I got the belt Big H if it ain't Louie, cuffing you b**h is not gon' help They asking me what I wear, I think YSL is how it spelt And I might just let you touch it if you don't go tell 'em how I felt Real n***a, that's just how I'm built From turning white into cream, powdered milk To getting rich off a dream, I throw it the bag This the Ambition anthem, I flowed it to the flag [Hook]