Elvis Presley Blvd.

[Intro: Rick Ross] Hood Billionaire Nigga need that quinine I'm makin' more with the bakin' soda, don't hate on me You know where I'm at though [Chorus: Rick Ross] I'm ridin' down Elvis Presley BLVD I'm ridin' down Elvis Presley BLVD Got the dog food, the soft nigga and the hard You can tell them crackers they can go and get the dogs I'm ridin' down Elvis Presley BLVD Ridin' down Elvis Presley BLVD Got the boy, got the girl and I got the heart Tell them pussy crackers they can bring the dogs [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I got Priscilla, I got Priscilla I got vanilla, boy, I got vanilla I been that nigga, I been that nigga I bend that corner, I'm stackin' scrilla [Chorus: Rick Ross] I'm ridin' down Elvis Presley BLVD I'm ridin' down Elvis Presley BLVD Got the dog food, the soft nigga and the hard You can tell them crackers they can go and get the dogs [Verse 2: Rick Ross] My face familiar, my face familiar Half a milli for the whip, this bitch'll hurt your feelings I could fly Priscilla, send her in the mail She got Meek Milly cellphone in the county jail I'm at the car wash off on Elvis Presley BLVD That needle hit your vein, your ass gon' holla "Good God" You feel that itch, you feel that itch That heroin movin' fast, boy, I'm gettin' rich [Chorus: Rick Ross] I'm ridin' down Elvis Presley BLVD I'm ridin' down Elvis Presley BLVD Got the dog food, the soft nigga and the hard You can tell them crackers they can go and get the dogs [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Run up in the trap, I push the panic button Lil' 'Toine snortin' coke, he ain't scared of nothin' Bumpin' Playa Fly until a player die Charged 'em for the nine gram, but I gave em five My bakin' soda fine, I'm bakin' over dimes I got them brown bags, I bet they know it's mine I'm ridin' down Elvis Presley BLVD Can I park an airplane in a nigga yard? [Chorus: Rick Ross & Project Pat] I'm ridin' down Elvis Presley BLVD Ridin' down Elvis Presley BLVD (Mmm) Got the boy, got the girl and I got the heart (Mmm) Tell them pussy crackers they can bring the dogs (Patta) [Verse 4: Project Pat] Crushin' them sleepin' pills up, I'm steppin' on the dope Breakin' down a half a thing, mane, get these puppies off Hard work pays off, get more if you sellin' soft Catch you slippin out here though, my dog, we knock yo melon off Memph-ghanistan, shoot them rifles long like African Got them young boys shootin' shit up like Africans Me gold in me mouth, 'round my neck like leprechaun Lamborghini or Ferrari, watch these bitches come Stackin' funds off the drugs, migo quick to rob the plug Nigga mouth was full of slugs, left these bodies full of slugs Met me on the south side of the city with a whole thing Iced 'em with the heater, took his shit, it's a cold game His niggas know I done it, now it's rumors they want my head Got my Russian bitch sleepin' with me right in the bed My niggas killin' 'bout this shit, forreal'in' 'bout this shit Fuck around and get a hundred years, dawg, about this shit [Chorus: Rick Ross] I'm ridin' down Elvis Presley BLVD I'm ridin' down Elvis Presley BLVD Got the dog food, the soft nigga and the hard You can tell them crackers they can go and get the dogs I'm ridin' down Elvis Presley BLVD Ridin' down Elvis Presley BLVD Got the boy, got the girl and I got the heart Tell them pussy crackers they can bring the dogs [Outro: Rick Ross] Bring the dogs They can bring the dogs Go get the dogs Go bring the dogs Go bring the dogs Go bring the dogs Go get your dogs Go get your dogs