Rick Ross - Florida Boy lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] It's all this here for a young Florida boy Where we play football and sell dope, man Gold rims and sticks, seven trays, no tops, ya dig, candy paints [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Yo Gold rims, good dope, make a wonderful summer Heard I was a genius, when it come to the numbers Do it for the young fathers, still signing the lease And all the hustlers who got somethin' in common with me If I got the keys, then it's a car I'ma keep When I learn to represent, I remind 'em of Meech Shootouts in Miami, can't spend no time on the beach Do or die, hit a blunt, I got a hundred ki Brought her to Florida, she fell in love with lobster Then I bent the corner with a couple drops Get your money, let's reward ourselves Life a test and every day we got so much to fail Told you the world was yours, now you in a cell Center of attention, now you by yourself Always did the shopping, now you're on the shelf Next time you see your daughter, bet her heart'll melt Pray for your n***as, if can't do nothin' else Pray you see the bigger picture, look at momma health Wake up, n***a, wake up Let down the top, n***a that's your pay stub It's hard as hell for this Florida boy Home of young n***as k**in' with no remorse, with no remorse Home of young n***as k**in' with no remorse [Chorus: T-Pain] Yeah, b**h, I'm a Florida Boy 73s to them AMGs, now we rollin', boys And my momma raised me, FLA paid me I beat all of them cases, I'm on b**h, I'm a Florida boy Old school, big-a** rims, sittin' like Tonka Toys I got a Florida state of mind now, I be on my grind now Let my n***as shine now, they on [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I could've been a student, my mind was polluted Project unit n***a, I could smell all the raw sewage Told myself, "Time to go do this" Sidelines, can't be switching up like I'm Ray Lewis For the young n***as watching, I'm rocking my j**elry Turn it into franchises, [?] Jonny Dang seen a lot of change Substituted for them days I miss my father's face Wake up, n***a, wake up All these politicians need they face cut Beefing with n***as you went to school with Easter Sunday at church, prayed in the pulpit I'm rocking Rollies with homies I made some moves with I'm buying homes for the woadies we toted tools with Quit acting funny, get money, and f** some new chicks Or get buried with n***as you broke the rules with [Chorus: T-Pain] Yeah, b**h, I'm a Florida Boy 73s to them AMGs, now we rollin', boys And my mama raised me, FLA paid me I beat all of them cases, I'm on b**h, I'm a Florida boy Old school, big-a** rims, sittin' like Tonka Toys I got a Florida state of mind now, I be on my grind now Let my n***as shine now, they on [Bridge: T-Pain] I ain't gotta hate no n***a, I just keep on winnin' (Call me a Florida boy) My b**h'll pull up in the Chevy, you can't keep up with her (Call me a Florida boy) You ain't gon' hit me for no lick, b**h I keep it on me (Call me a Florida boy) Top down by myself, but I'm never lonely (Call me a Florida boy) [Verse 3: Kodak Black] See I ain't really finna have remorse for ya This ain't a Maybach but my Audi 8 seats go way back They go way back Studders on the Cutla** I'm a golden n***a what Livin' like the OG slime peanut bu*ter n***a gotta eat I'm, talkin' to the Last Supper I'm Jordan in this motherf**er, puttin' math numbers up Project baby street life when I'm a customer Yeah that's what I'm accustomed to Boy a young bull come charging when he running you We ain't over there public houses like we growin' too But it's still a struggle so you can't get too comfortable 'Cause n***as see that money coming and they try to come for you But they don't know that this famous sh** mean nothin' to you Still keep a gun or two and I still dump the truth Crawl 'fore I walk, started running then I f**ing flew Livin' like The Huxtables, but still eatin' Lunchables Yeah, and we ain't even leave the porch We do this sh** for Florida, I was rich before touring [?] standing on my ten [?] Been jumped off the porch Since 14, I had a lawyer Hit a lick in a stolen car with no headlights I'll stop at the Wing Stop, but not the red light I k**ed the whole DMV, no star sh** Got it off credit cards, sh**, yeah, larceny It was back in 2015, me and [?] But I'm just a type of young n***a, listen 'fore I speak I'd be flaw to say Wayne ain't influence me I don't play both sides, n***a, I keep it too G I apply rules and sh** like the rules to the skreet Whacking n***as and jacking n***as for hoes snatching j**elry I'm a Haitian boy, I'm draped up in Cuban link Haitian but I'm draped up in Cuban link I swear we ain't even need the hook They gave my dawg a long sentence, he can't even read a book Sniper Gang Music 2, yeah Sniper Gang Music 2 The whole Tri county I love the Tri county, but I hate everybody