Mafia Music chords and lyrics - RICK ROSS

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[Verse 1]
[Am]
[Dm]I go[C]t a [Am]feelin' nigga
rillin' and my money be the root
Look up at da stars she
like, honey where the roof?
Pull up, hear the [Dm]dogs,
canaries dey go on roof
Even [C]once had a [Am]job pourin'
tar up on the roof

[Verse 2]
Dat boy had [Am]it hard no facade, it's da truth
So now when I menage and get
massaged just to proof
Proofs in [Dm]dat pudding
& dat bakin' sodas takin'
[C]Paper dat would [Am]make take
dem photos naked

[Verse 3]
Listenin' [Am]to niggas like whistlin'
at Wiggie Williams
I flip my middle finga I'm chillin'
on 20 million
Da room has turned [Dm]me on I'm
masterbatin' at da top
[C]These hoes so [Am]ex cited so
dey catchin' every drop

[Verse 4]
I'm dodgin' [Am]the barcols like pot
holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed,
bury the paper on the makers
Martin had a [Dm]dream, Bob got high
[C]I still do [Am]both but somehow

[Verse 5]
I got by
[Am]Treflo prayed, Mike Vick payed
Bobby Brown stray, Whitney lost weight
Kimbo [Dm]Slice on da pad when I write
[C]Dat may why they [Am]money
lookin' funny in the light

[Verse 6]
But who really [Am]cares if you just
throw it in the air
Celebratin' wealth pourin'
Moet in her hair
Excuse me [Dm]her weave
the blue is her weed
[C]Trunk full [Am]of white,
car smell like blue cheese

[Verse 7]
Dat boy get [Am]salad beef
bow movement
BM dubs on dem big thangs
lookin' foolish
Shawty [Dm]sit tin' low big thangs poppin'
[C]Tip on [Am]da glock from a crip
up in Compton

[Verse 8]
Shootin' at [Am]da cops, fuck 1 time
I gave her to da block, I fucked 1 time
We boys in [Dm]da hood and nigga you lil trey
So [C]press ya ap[Am]petite we
takin' ya lil tray

[Verse 9]
Love [Am]my handgun but my
choppa still da shit
Banned in 1994 but I'm 2 legit 2 quit
[Dm]99 to 6 kilos was the shit
But dat [C]were batter [Am]den roofin'
dat shit be bad for ya skin

[Verse 10]
Niggas was [Am]ruthless and Lord
knows dat I've sinned
But I thought about my future
in the loops like a pin
Walked out on da [Dm]gig and
I turned to da streets
Kept [C]my name low [Am]key I ain't
heard from in weeks

[Verse 11]
I came up wit [Am]a strategy to come
up mathematically
I did it for da city but now
everybody mad at me
[Dm]Mothafuck'em all and sweat from my balls
If [C]I drop [Am]anotha album I did dat for
my dogs

[Verse 12]
10 Maybachs everybody ridin' big I just [Am]sit
back like, look what I did
Den I bow [Dm]my head and beg
for forgiveness
[C]Once I said my [Am]prayer everybody
back to business

[Verse 13]
Smokin' on [Am]a blunt in
my own restaurant
People lookin' from a distance think
I'm big daddy [Dm]cunk
Reincarnated spirit of a G
[C]Beef'll make you[Am] dinner
take a seat so we could eat

[Verse 14]
A [Am]Farrakhan aura, paws on the port
You eat from da bowl while
ya dog need a fork
Niggas ain't [Dm]loyal,
snakes slithered and dey coil
[C]I'm laughin' at you [Am]'cause,
I kill you niggas when I'm bored

[Verse 15]
We steppin' on [Am]ya crew until you
mothafukkas crush
And make da sweet love to every
women dat you lust
I love to pay her [Dm]bills can't
wait to pay her rent
Curtis [C]Jackson baby [Am]mama
I ain't askin' for a cent

[Verse 16]
Burn the [Am]house down,
gotta buy another
Don't forget the gas can,
jealous stupid muthafuka
To another [Dm]chapter,
paper dat I captured
[C]Caught up in da rapture off
[Am]of gunshots and laughter

[Verse 17]
Homicide [Am]is zooming and
nigga you lookin' funny
Women love to stare 'cause
dey know dey see da money
I open up my [Dm]mind about
openin' bank accounts
Depos[C]it a [Am]100 stacks break
up now take it out

[Verse 18]
Baby dats [Am]a gift, maybe you could live
I knew it wouldn't work but
I just like to give
Used to run [Dm]da street,
young nigga bare feet
[C]Now I'm in [Am]da suites and
I'm eatin' crab meats

[Verse 19]
Ice so [Am]right other rappers envy
Dey callin' all my jewelers up
askin' wat he spendin'
Thinkin' 'bout [Dm]boss,
not thinkin' bout dem
Here's [C]a letter to my [Am]enemies when I won't sin,

[Outro 1]
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