Turnpike Ike

[Intro: Rick Ross]

I told her that she can't fuck me like a king no more

I told her she gotta make love to me like I'm an emperor

An emperor

Man, I done got money everywhere nigga, but particularly that Turnpike south

It's really a blessing to a young nigga like Renzel

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

Indictment on the way, got Sadow on the case

When you get your first kilo, it should be on your face

Nigga movin' like the Mob, hundred thousand Francs

Dry land when you wanna be out on the lake (Swish)

Determined to be one of the fortunate men

Bitches come from everywhere, once the hustlin' commence

I see you prayin', testifyin', forgotten the time

Bottom line, your cars should get shot up like it were mine

20 round but the voodoo, let no harm be allowed

Map fout ou deyo, they all know the spirits when I be aroused

Made it to Star Island, started with a nickel rock

Who thought a project nigga get to get a yacht?

Two million dollars cash in the Range Rover

Opa Locka airport, let's get the plane loaded

I put it on the Turnpike

Gold rims, whip wheel, blue bills, duckin' the termites

[Skit: Rick Ross]

I'ma let one of my bad bitches tell y'all how much paper I got

Baby, what we living like? Twenty houses

What else? Fifty cars

Yeah, what that make you feel like?

Priceless baby

Uh, you live for me? Everyday

You would die for me? Right now

Uh, double MG

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Turnpike, real earner, Ted Turner (Me)

Whip it in the kitchen, that boy was a fast learner

Time to live it up, two million tucked in that new Bentley truck

Ain't too many I can trust so shooters is a must

I reminisce when it was hit or miss

I was innocent until I hit a lick

Seven figures on a nigga mama couch

Don't want to hear nobody talkin' 'bout a drought (Boss)

I'm chilling in a yacht in my Mitchell & Ness

Stitches in my britches, 57S

Swishers, you can smell 'em on the internet

Ain't beefing with nobody 'cause I'm killin' that

I toss the pistol on the car chase (Woo)

Then walked into the church just like the boy Mase (Lord)

I'm the man out in Barcelona (Boss)

Got a couple of bad bitches out in California

[Skit 2: Rick Ross]

Real language, biggest

Tell these niggas some more shit bae

Baby, you're the biggest

Uh, your fine ass

The biggest boss, you're my boss baby

How much money we gon' get?

We gon' get all of it baby (Uh)

We gon' take it all honey

Turnpike Ike (Uh, ha)

You're the biggest baby, you're the boss

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]

Go get a room right out of town, and I'm in Oprah's yacht

I'm making move with all my rounds, you better call the cops

Second weekend, I just had to go buy me a drop

Slick remarks and I'm in county, yeah look at him shop

Cold games, I gotta step out, I'm on 'em in furs

Gil Green, the way I capture the moment with words

City mine, I keep the killers to fill up a church

Swear to God, a quarter kilo won't get you a verse

Bring mine, stay on time, and that's where we resign

Meanwhile, we'd be having such a meaningful time

Spiritual nigga, baptized up in G5

With bad bitches who idol still with Nicki Minaj

Rags to richest, now I move with beautiful women

Newfound, new beginning, one day that I grew to be winning

If you looking for me catch me on the Turnpike

And when you see me,  I'ma show you what this work like, nigga

[Skit 3: Rick Ross]

Fuck you think this is? Turnpike Ike nigga

Isaac Hicks, rest in peace OG

Big Mike, Michael Delancy

Free Michael Delancy

Kenneth Williams, long live Black Bo

Carol City shit, nigga

[Outro: Female vocal]

He a thoughtful nigga, boss

They won't ever be a boss as big as you baby

You're the biggest, the biggest boss

You're the biggest, the biggest boss

You the boss, you the boss