SEASON TICKET HOLDER LYRICS – RICK ROSS

Latest English Track Season Ticket Holder Lyrics Written by Rick Ross and Produced by Sap. The Song is Sung by Rick Ross, Feat. Dwyane Wade, Raphael Saadiq & UD.

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SEASON TICKET HOLDER LYRICS – RICK ROSS

Hey, UD
What’s good, my boy?
Mr. 305, Wade County
Yessuh, 16 years later
We don’ made history
Three rings on our fingers
Pockets gettin’ fatter (Uh)
Nigga, we gettin’ greater

I’m the son of a saint (Mm)
Still considered a sinner (Ha)
Three rings on his finger (What?)
Yeah, that boy was a winner (Winner)
Never known as a singer
But this might be a single (Facts)
Always bet on your homies
Then go buy the casino (Ballin’)
Ball is my passion
Check my stats if they askin’ (Uh)
Shorty checkin’ my page (She what?)
She follow my fashion (I’m clean)
My life is a film and Gab’s the lead (My First Lady)
She’s so precious to me
That’s the air that I breathe (Time to go)
Time to fuel up the jet (Where we goin’?)
D. Wade jersey the drip (Yup)
Lamborghinis to match (Whoo)
Count through G’s on the strip (We out)
These haters beneath us (Uh-huh)
As I’m lacin’ my sneakers (You D. Wade?)
Season 16 (Yeah) Lamborghinis and Neiman’s

I’m shootin’ my shot (Shot)
Every car that I cop (Cop)
Every record I break (Break)
Every rock in my watch (Ah)
Every step that I take (Take)
Still won’t accept no mistakes (Nah)
I’m talkin’ major league, never minimum wage
So proud to be niggas (Niggas)
The decent of a slave (Uh)
Motorcades, several Mercedes
So get out my way
Tangerines, deal in my slippers
Still twistin’ up dank (Uh)
Shed a tear for all my homies
Black Bo and E. Gates (Black)
Let’s find a masseuse (Uh)
Then inspire the youth
If it’s best for the hood
Then let’s call it a truce
My chains get tangled (Tangled)
These niggas be hateful (Hate)
My momma still prayin’ (Prayin’)
So really I’m grateful (Ella)
(Maybach Music)

I’m still here lookin’ through the window
Watchin’ the days go by
Watchin’ the sun rise
Why don’t you try?
Ah-ha-ah-ha
Ah-ha
I’m still here lookin’ through the window
Watchin’ the days go by
Watchin’ the sun rise
Why don’t you try?
Ah-ha-ah-ha
Ah-ha-ah-ha

I promise to pray for a positive fate
Had the world in your palms
But he caught him a case
Shed a tear in the court
He got boxed in the crate
Then they shipped him up north
Mom just sat in a daze
The bottles on ice (Ice)
The models be nice (Yeah)
We call it run and shoot
Any problems tonight (Uh)
Serve ’em like Boris Becker
I want two hundred Checkers
So if they wanna slow our records
It just won’t affect us (Ha-ha-ha)
Take my boys to Mecca (Boss)
All my niggas blessed
(Maybach Music)
Smokin’ with my dawgs
You can smell the relish
They try to give me hell
I’ll bet I get to heaven (Yeah)
I stay away from 12
I’m such a gifted felon (Ah)
I’m seated on the floor (Floor)
She can see the loafers (Whoo)
Showin’ love to the season ticket holders (Whoo)
Showin’ love to the season ticket holders (Whoo)
Showin’ love to the season ticket holders (Whoo)

We do this for the city U?
What? The whole city

I’m still here lookin’ through the window
Watchin’ the days go by
Watchin’ the sun rise
Why don’t you try?
Ah-ha-ah-ha
Ah-ha
I’m still here lookin’ through the window
Watchin’ the days go by
Watchin’ the sun rise
Why don’t you try?
Ah-ha-ah-ha

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