Rick Ross - Wiggle lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] b*tch, I'm the richest ni**a ya know And I'ma fu*k you better than an other rich ni**a you done fu*ked, You heard me? (Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle) Yeah, get in line hoe (Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle) Yo (M-M-Maybach Music) [Verse 1: Rick Ross] They offered 30 years, I beat it on the loophole (Boss) 2 days later, ni**a pulled up in a 2-tone (Huh) Got b*tches sleepin' on the floor like it's a group home The only question I can see is where ya movin'? Got 'em takin' off they clothes like it's The Luke Show (Luke Show) I'm the new king of Miami, even Luke know I got a mansion on the beach, I'm talkin' two boats (Two boats) And my new b*tch of the week, I call her Deepthroat (Deepthroat) Deepthroat, yeah, she got a deep throat Bape sweats and a chemist with the kilos Drop the top and the hoes start hyperventilating I gave 'em dick and then they all just turned to mental patients Give 'em surge advances under different circumstances Uber to my house but go and get some purse and panties You got a dope boy, you better live with it Time of the month, you bleedin' on me, I'ma still hit it, uh [Hook: Rick Ross] Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle (Woo) Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle (Woo) Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle (Woo) Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle (Woo) Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle [Bridge: DreamDoll] Them hoes on you gotta Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle If it ain't about a bag, gotta Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle To get the jeans on the ass, you gotta Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle [Verse 2: DreamDoll] Uh, I hit Miami, I got Johnny on the trap phone (Woo) Bad b*tches, jet skis, we in that zone b**by trap on a river, a hundred racks thrown That Versace mansion sleepin' good like I'm back home Boss b*tch, give a fu*k what it cost, b*tch You ever bet against Dream, that's your loss, b*tch Wrist bussin', disgusting, my sh*t is frostbit (Woo) Ms. Mamas in that Maybach, and this ain't Ross sh*t (Maybach Music) On a big yachty, no a little boat (No cap) My b*tches fu*k with Cohiba's and do a little coke Eggshell Birken bag, with a little yolk If you ain't at the game courtside, you a little broke I gotta giggle at ni**a who not official My rearview, blue lights flashin', I gotta wiggle sh*t in my trunk heavy, who know how much time it get you? Yo Rozay, this sh*t outta here, we got a missile (Dream) [Bridge: DreamDoll] Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle Them hoes on you gotta Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle If it ain't about a bag, gotta Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle To get the jeans on the ass, you gotta [Hook: Rick Ross, DreamDoll] Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle (Woah, aye) Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle (Woah, aye) Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle (Woah, aye) Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle (Woah, aye) Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle (Woah, aye) (Woah, aye) Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle (Woah, aye) (Woah, aye) Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle