โหลดเพลง mp3 Act a Fool - Rick Ross

Song: Act a Fool
Artist: Rick Ross/Wale
Rick Ross：
It's a beautiful day to get some money
And every day is another opportunity to touch some paper
So I pray you wanna see a young n***a shine
If not n***a put ya head in a hole
Or I'ma put a whole in ya head
Ya heard me
Huh
Tell me right now n***a what'chu wanna do
20 billboards in the city who the f**k is you
I look a lil' familiar don't I
Hahahaha
Look at y'all look at it look at it n***a
Maybach Music
Yo
Uhhhh
Rick Ross：
Tell me right now n***a what'chu wanna do
Huh
20 billboards in the city who the f**k is you
Woo
I DM all of your b***hes when I'm in the mood
Hah
Quick to blow a hunnid keys yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Oh God yeah that boy a fool
Rick Ross：
A*s on all my b***hes so I squeeze 'em in the coupe
Huh
Fascinated with the fortune and it came true
Woo
I may pass you in the Porsche with the brains blew
Nyoom
Got your b***h so wet I'm steppin' out in rainboots
Huh
Thought it was Obama way I came through
I'm talkin' different commas from them lame dudes
N***a
I'm printin' paper boy I even wrote a book
Biggie
I got 10 million cash what you wanna look
Biggie
I got a half a kilo in my Monte Carlo
Huh
And if I pull that Nina boy you got a problem
Woo
Richest n***a down in Florida like I hit the lotto
Huh
It's amazin' what could happen with a couple dollars
Dollars
They wasn't f**kin' with me when I went to school
Godd**n what that n***a do
He got a Rolex and you know it's new
Evander Holyfield and Lennox Lewis
Rick Ross：
Tell me right now n***a what'chu wanna do
Huh
20 billboards in the city who the f**k is you
Huh
I DM all of your b***hes when I'm in the mood
Hahah
Quick to blow a hunnid keys yeah that boy a fool
Boss
Yeah that boy a fool
Boss
Yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Oh God yeah that boy a fool
Rick Ross：
10 stacks on the stage cause a whirlwind
Whirlwind
Take a couple stacks and give that to your girlfriend
Woo
Love to see pretty b***hes kissin' on pretty b***hes
Number one in my book is all the realest b***hes
Hahaha
Real n***as gettin' money and she keep it square
Square
If she were a hunnid then I'ma keep it there
There
I got a Lamborghini now I need the shoes
Took 'em on the high speed so I made the news
Big bank boys time to act a fool
Woo
Big bank you gotta help me count it too
Bang
Half a ticket boy I spend it in the Lex
Seven figures n***a got it on his neck
I get exclusive Nikes with the light-up checks
Still scared to get indicted for the white investments
I swear I swear
Rich n***a b***h I got it tatted on me
Tatted on me
I'm married to this s**t I get my alimony
Woo
Rick Ross/Wale：
Tell me right now n***a what'chu wanna do
Huh
20 billboards in the city who the f**k is you
Huh
I DM all of your b***hes when I'm in the mood
Tell 'em dawg
Quick to blow a hunnid keys yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Folarin in this b***h yeah
Wale/Rick Ross：
Folarin in this b***h your b***h is glad to see it
Huh
I like my women built like they could win a hundred meters
Woo
I'm not that n***a that you n***as finna suck your teeth at
N***a
You see this watch you raise your eyes it's Rocky Maivia
Hahaha
How did I get here
Here
Who the f**k is you
N***a
N***as on their high horse cool I'm investin' in glue
We can rumble or settle it cool
Ross told me homie is chess then he made checkers the move
Yeah hunnid SBs
That's 20 something on me
Huh
Trust they not stuntin' on me
Huh
Some of y'all just finally catchin' up
Huh
Guess my old seminar free
Huh
Cause all my old s**t from like '06
Is on everybody feet
Woo
And now they walk it like I talk it
Y'all just go pay homage
Wallace
Least before like March
I had them Cactus Plant Flea Markets
Folarin
And I just called up Travis for the cactuses you coppin'
Pink laces on my Jordans or pink boxes on my condoms
And my closet boy
Rick Ross：
Tell me right now n***a what'chu wanna do
Huh
20 billboards in the city who the f**k is you
I DM all of your b***hes when I'm in the mood
Truce
Quick to blow a hunnid keys yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Oh God yeah that boy a fool
Rick Ross：
M-M
Lord have mercy
M-M-M
For these p***y n***as on the Sabbath
M-M-M-M-M-M
Huh