Rick Ross - Aston Martin Music lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] Let's pull the 2-seater out baby It's where ever you wanna go! [Hook: Chrisette Michele] Riding to the music, this is how we do it all night, all night Breezing down the freeway just me and my baby, in our ride Just me and my boss, no worries at all Listening to the Aston Martin Music [Bridge: Drake] Would've came back for you I just needed time to do what I had to do Caught in the life I can't it let it go Whether that's right I will never know But here goes nothing [Verse 1: Rick Ross] When I'm alone in my room sometime I stare at the wall Automatic weapons on the floor, but who can you call? My down b**h one that live by the code Put this music sh** aside get it in on the road A lot of quiet time pink bottles of rose Exotic red bottoms whole body glittered in gold Following fundamentals and following in the rental I love a nasty girl that swallows what's on the menu That money triple up when ya get it out of state I need a new safe cause I'm running out of space Elroy Jetson: I'm somewhere out in space In my 2-seater she's the one that I would take [Hook] [Bridge] [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Pull up on the block in a drop-top chicken box Mr. KFC, VVS's in the watch Living fast where it's all about that money bag Never front, you take it there, it ain't no coming back Top down right here is where she wanna be As my goals unfold right in front of me Every time we f** her soul take a hold of me Addicted like Pookie that p**y be controlling me That thing keep calling f** maintain boy: I gotta keep ballin! Pink bottles keep coming James Bond coupe pop clutch 100 [Hook] [Interlude: Drake] Would've came back for you I just needed time, to do what I had to do Caught in the life, I can't let it go, whether that's right, I will never know Hoping you will forgive me, never meant wrong Tried to be patient, waited too long But I would've came back, but I would've came back Would've came back, would've came back Would've came - [Verse 3: Drake] I talk slicker than a pimp from Augusta Who just had his linen suit dry-cleaned, b**hes, what’s up witcha? I hate callin’ the women b**hes, but the b**hes love it I took some sense and made a nickel of it I’m urgin’ all daughters to kiss they mothers With those lips that all that lipstick covers You’re never too grown up to miss and hug her And girls countin’ on me to be there like missin’ rubbers I’m on some Marvin Gaye sh**, a bunch of distant lovers This ain’t the life that I’m used to Reintroduced to people I’ve been introduced to Did you forget me? Or are you too scared to tell me that you met me And fear that I won’t remember I wish you could still accept me for me I miss Memphis, Tennessee, my cousins, my dad The simplistic beauty that all of them Southerners have I’m halfway across the world with dozens of bags Feelin’ like all four members of Color Me Badd In one n***a, amazing sh** I got that Courtney Love for you, that crazy sh** I don’t drink every bottle I own, I be agin’ sh** And I got them wedding ring flows, that engagin’ sh** Which one of y’all got fleets on your keychains? The seats for these Heat games? I really think you stare at yourself and you see things La Familia, I’ve been inducted and instructed To stunt on these n***as we don’t really f** wit f** is up? Havin’ lunch and debatin’ Ferrari prices 23 and goin’ through a midlife crisis But trust me, I still deliver like a midwife And no, I’m not sayin’ I’m the nicest, I just live life like it Uh, it take a certain type of man to teach To be far from hood, but to understand the streets I never threw away that paper with my Grammy speech Because I haven’t hit the pinnacles I plan to reach Yeah, you gotta own it if you want it Kisses all on her body, she tells me live in the moment And, baby, I’ll never forget none of that Girl, I told you I was coming back [Outro: Chrisette Michele] Aston Martin Music, Music Aston Martin Music, Music