Rick Ross - The Transporter (Feat. Swizz Beatz) Lyrics:
[Rick Ross]

One time for the n-ggas that`s huggin` the block
Two times for the boys thats bubblin` rock
Three times for the G`s including myself
Four times for the brothers that`s reachin` the wealth
Five times for the hustle I taught it myself
Transporter I bought it myself
I bought it myself

N-ggas major, taylor two`s? the newest gators
Gangsta, I`m muthaf-ckin` Albert Anastasia
Michael Corleone, presidential Rolly on
Net worth unknown, closet full of Skull and Bones
Silver spurs come his and hers, just live and learn
Snipers on the roof`s for troops, that`s for whom it concern`s
Applaud the whore`s abroad awaiting my return
Ressurected like Makaveli, pray my soul burns
Sole supplier for cocaine in southern states
sending sack city to city, be back in a couple days
Don`t get me started, I make triple in fickle markets
My profit margin`ll have all you local n-ggas starvin`

One time for the n-ggas that`s huggin` the block
Two times for the boys thats bubblin` rock
Three times for my borhters who reachin` the wealth
Four times for the G`s including myself
Thinking back when a n-gga never had a quarter
Much love for the b-tches wearing something shorter
Five times for the trap, got a n-gga ballin`
But I gotta take my hat off to the Transporter

When I`m looking for a certain feeling, gotta hit it raw
Look up to my ceiling ladies, chandeliers galore
Look into my closet then you know I love couture
Even more shoe collection too fly for the f-cking floor
Shelves, Louis V in shelves
Shoot the f-cking stylist we gon` find this s**t ourselves
Audemar was designed by Swizz Beatz
Black face black ben on stitching is a beast
They say the least I am extradinaire
Transporter yeah I bought it, yeah pistols in the air

Sole supplier for cocaine in southern states
sending sack city to city, back in a couple days
Don`t get me started, I make triple in fickle markets
My profit margin`ll have all these local n-ggas starvin`

I got the thangs, I`mma tell ya once
Better have your money right, you won`t see me for months

One time for the n-ggas that`s huggin` the block
Two times for the boys thats bubblin` rock
Three times for my borhters who reachin` the wealth
Four times for the G`s including myself
Thinking back when a n-gga never had a quarter
Much love for the b-tches wearing something shorter
Five times for the trap, got a n-gga ballin`
But I gotta take my hat off to the Transporter

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