Artist: Rick Ross Album: Mastermind Song: Rich Is Gangsta Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Intro: Rick Ross] {M-M-Maybach Music} If you don't know, I'm finna break it down [Rick Ross] I just upped my stock, fuck them cops If you love hip-hop bust them shots {*gunshots*} Your man is priceless, if your man's loyal Better give that man a raise your end up paying for it If you cut it, call it Jam Master Jay No Adidas but I rock a brick a day Talk about the jewels outta reach Nigga please, so I came back with a bigger piece You still smokin' weed on your car chase I'm pullin' off the car lot screamin' "God’s great!" Before the crib you gotta clear the guard's gate Elevators like Frank's on Scarface New Presidential had that pavé Like a G, I gave the Cartier to Wale Then I gave Meek Mill a Range Rover Told Warner Brothers that the game's over [Interlude: Rick Ross] For me to move forward from here on I need 50 I ain't talking 50 Cent neither nigga, hahahah [Rick Ross] HUH! I came back a rich nigga Young mogul, Bo Jackson, I'm a switch hitter They want me face down on the pavement Gang members claimin' I need to make a payment It's hard for a young black executive Can't you see we're all fuckin' relatives Relatively easy we can go to war ... Fuck it, we can go to WAR~! Chasin' me a hundred million, that's inshallah Fresh up out the Feds system, welcome home Jabar I watch him pray five times a day, nigga Same one that used to moved the yay nigga! AK's in his heyday, nigga {*gunshot*} Benz coupe, wood frames, low fade, nigga Got the cubans, got the boats, got the zoes, nigga Cocaine worth much more than gold, nigga So what's your goals, nigga? All my shit went gold, nigga HUH! I remember smokin' mid grade 'til I went and got my shit straight I'm spittin' like this bitch a mixtape 'til they seen a Ghost with a temp plate Sittin' in the trap blowin' thick smoke Traffickin' my dope, with a thick ho Feds tore apart the squad, nigga That's why I had to play the part, nigga That wasn't me, it was a job, nigga It gets deeper, that was just a start, nigga Screamin' in my sleep, I know the Lord hear me Death to you fuckboys, on my 4th Bentley [Outro: Rick Ross] HUH! Gangsta, nigga HUH! Rich is gangsta, nigga This is gangsta, nigga Yeah, rich is gangsta, nigga {M-M-Maybach Music} You know where we came from Look where we at {Maybach Music} HUH! {Maybach Music}