Rick Ross - Mafia Music (Instrumental)

Lyrics i got a feelin nigga really that my money be the root look up at the stars she like honey where the roof? pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin roof even once had a job pourin tar up on a roof that boy had it hard no facade its the truth so now when i Menage and get massaged its the proof proofs in the pudding & that bakin sodas takin.. paper that im makin got her takin photos naked listenin to niggas like whistlin at wendy williams i flip my middle fin