Albert Pujols

[Intro: Rick Ross]

Boss is my position, I got the ammunition

All Wale talking is Ambition

[Hook: Rick Ross (Wale)]

In the caravan with some Latin bitches

Talking caramel with them asses like the strippers

Oye mami, ven aca, come her for papi chulo

Let me knock it out the park, I'm talking Albert Pujols

(Albert Pujols, trial left two hoes up in my new muh-fucking two door

This shit ain't nothing new though

I'm tryna knock that out the park, Albert Pujols)

[Vamp]

Schematic, hold the fuck up nigga

Bring that shit the fuck back

This the big boss Ricky Ross nigga

We ain't playing no fucking games

[Verse 1: Wale]

Made a million with the pen

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

Fuck what them niggas saying I hit whoever at bat

John Rocker Atlanta's Bravest know that I'm awesome

Bet I be like Fenway out in Boston, my green is a monster

We don't speak to informants, they just look for a way out

They just hating on the game, they just way too Canseco

Gotta thank my crew, my label, everything I do they ate, Oh

K with, who the fuck gon' say something?

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

Three strikes put a muh-fucking K up

Double M nigga now we up

Three strikes like a muh-fucking C.C

You wife ain't shit, we G'd her

Huh, we G'd up, G'd up

Up in my new two door

Knock it out the park, Albert Pujols

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Fabolous]

Feel like I seen it all, but I can't say so

Be a snitch? No way, Jose Canseco

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas Yankees though

It's going down in history, the way I valet two doors

She blew a kiss at me, I told her da le culo

Listen b, just give my stylist kudos

And my consistency? I call that Albert Pujols

Shouts out to St. Louey, swag champ I got the belt

Big H if it ain't Louie, cuffing you bitch is not gon' help

They asking me what I wear, I think YSL is how it spelt

And I might just let you touch it if you don't go tell 'em how I felt

Real nigga, that's just how I'm built

From turning white into cream, powdered milk

To getting rich off a dream, I throw it the bag

This the Ambition anthem, I flowed it to the flag

[Hook]