The Pulitzer (Explicit) - Rick Ross

Lyrics by：William Leonard Roberts II/Timothy Mosley

Composed by：William Leonard Roberts II/Timothy Mosley

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They can't believe that them n***as returned

We the one that the b***hes prefer

In the club we party until we get sweaty

In her eyes I can see that lil' mama been ready

Hold my d**k doin' biz with Liz Claiborne

Politics I been rich so I can pay for it

Doctor J in the bank scorin' title in the paint

Ray Kroc on my block double cup my purple drank

They watchin' me close even readin' my lips

Bussin' the 45 then I'm pleadin' the fifth

And I'm leavin' as if that's a meeting I missed

Such a wonderful time even blew 'em a kiss

Timbaland rich two fifty a beat

You should see his new crib even came with a street

Still be touchin' the white talkin' that Bubba Sparxxx

It got a double R on it if it's one of ours

Run along boy if you don't want a war

I got a prize motherf**ker it's the Pulitzer

Woop woop

It's pharaoh dinero

They say that the floor is facetious

Fat boy just keep fillin' the bleachers

Went from sellin' yayo with the nosebleeds

Young n***as only got rich with the wrong things

I'm thankful for melodies that the song bring

Rhymin' longer than prison sentences in New Orleans

My n***a did a dub now he at the fed

S**t it's hard to feel the love when you takin' meds

Them Percocets they heavy on the ledge

Twenty million cash yes that's called success

Thousand acres my own metropolis

And he still hustle with dominance

N***as fake and I can tell by the pics

Instagram should take down your page for all those counterfeits

Gettin' money it's still Boobie gang

No colors no flags just let the toolie bang