Monica - Anything Find You) Lyrics

Monica Ft. Rick Ross - Anything (To Find You) Lyrics @ Rap Song Lyrics

Monica Ft. Rick Ross - Anything (To Find You) Lyrics

as we proceed to give you what you need
as we proceed to give you what you need

like sweet morning dew
i took one look at you
and it was plain to see
you were my destiny

we the big bank boys on the boulevard
putting all the pretty girls in the pretty cars
thou shalt not f*ck with rosé pockets
feel a hundred shots when i pop it
i feel for you, vodka, rum on my arm
20 million teflon don, god bless
all the d boys on the rest
with my baby girl by my side, baby baby

i’ve been looking for someone special for a long, long time
someone that i can share my dream, someone i can call mine
and every night i’m wishing, hoping, that he’s only getting closer
cause i, oh i, gonna find you, want to know you

and i just wanna know if someone’s out there
somebody to hold, somebody who cares
i’ll do anything to find you (i wanna do)
i won’t let you go, no, no
i’d do anything to find you (i wanna do)
i won’t let you go, no, no

i’ve been there so many times from the guys in my head
and when i find somebody new, it don’t never lasts
and every night i’m wishing, hoping, that he’s only getting closer
cause i, oh i, gonna find you, want to know you

when i just wanna know if someone’s out there
somebody to hold, somebody who cares
i’ll do anything to find you (i wanna do)
i won’t let you go, no, no
i’d do anything to find you (i wanna do)
i won’t let you go, no, no

who shot ya? pow,
i guess it was cupid
golden arrow through the heart, let the blood drip
somebody call the doctor ’cause i’m lovesick
man, i don’ had it with this love shit
i’m done, just cause you make me come,
don’t mean that you’re the one
most dudes only good for their tongues
fuckin’ with the queen bee, it ain’t safe
(buzzing.. bees sound)
leaving a stinging in your face

and i’m tired of being by myself
i need someone there, to give all of this love that i got
i’m open, won’t you come inside?
man, i promise that i will treat you better than right

gotta know,
is he out there some where?
is he out there waiting for me? for me?
is he out there some where?
is he out there waiting for me?
http://catdaddylyrics.blogspot.com/2011/07/monica-anything-find-you-lyrics.html
i just wanna know if someone’s out there
somebody to hold, somebody who cares
i’ll do anything to find you (i wanna do)
i won’t let you go, no, no
i’d do anything to find you (i wanna do)
i won’t let you go, no, no

i just wanna know if someone’s out there
somebody to hold, somebody who cares
i’ll do anything to find you (i wanna do)
i won’t let you go, no, no
i’d do anything to find you (i wanna do)
i won’t let you go, no, no

Monica Anything (To Find You) Lyrics

Monica Ft. Rick Ross - Anything (To Find You) Lyrics @ catdaddylyrics.blogspot.com

Monica Ft. Rick Ross - Anything (To Find You) Lyrics

as we proceed to give you what you need
as we proceed to give you what you need

like sweet morning dew
i took one look at you
and it was plain to see
you were my destiny

we the big bank boys on the boulevard
putting all the pretty girls in the pretty cars
thou shalt not f*ck with rosé pockets
feel a hundred shots when i pop it
i feel for you, vodka, rum on my arm
20 million teflon don, god bless
all the d boys on the rest
with my baby girl by my side, baby baby

i’ve been looking for someone special for a long, long time
someone that i can share my dream, someone i can call mine
and every night i’m wishing, hoping, that he’s only getting closer
cause i, oh i, gonna find you, want to know you

and i just wanna know if someone’s out there
somebody to hold, somebody who cares
i’ll do anything to find you (i wanna do)
i won’t let you go, no, no
i’d do anything to find you (i wanna do)
i won’t let you go, no, no

i’ve been there so many times from the guys in my head
and when i find somebody new, it don’t never lasts
and every night i’m wishing, hoping, that he’s only getting closer
cause i, oh i, gonna find you, want to know you

when i just wanna know if someone’s out there
somebody to hold, somebody who cares
i’ll do anything to find you (i wanna do)
i won’t let you go, no, no
i’d do anything to find you (i wanna do)
i won’t let you go, no, no

who shot ya? pow,
i guess it was cupid
golden arrow through the heart, let the blood drip
somebody call the doctor ’cause i’m lovesick
man, i don’ had it with this love shit
i’m done, just cause you make me come,
don’t mean that you’re the one
most dudes only good for their tongues
fuckin’ with the queen bee, it ain’t safe
(buzzing.. bees sound)
leaving a stinging in your face

and i’m tired of being by myself
i need someone there, to give all of this love that i got
i’m open, won’t you come inside?
man, i promise that i will treat you better than right
http://catdaddylyrics.blogspot.com/2011/07/monica-anything-to-find-you-lyrics.html
gotta know,
is he out there some where?
is he out there waiting for me? for me?
is he out there some where?
is he out there waiting for me?

i just wanna know if someone’s out there
somebody to hold, somebody who cares
i’ll do anything to find you (i wanna do)
i won’t let you go, no, no
i’d do anything to find you (i wanna do)
i won’t let you go, no, no

i just wanna know if someone’s out there
somebody to hold, somebody who cares
i’ll do anything to find you (i wanna do)
i won’t let you go, no, no
i’d do anything to find you (i wanna do)
i won’t let you go, no, no

Rick Ross - Reebok Back

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Rick Ross Ft. Meek Mill & Swizz Beatz Reebok Back Lyrics

reebok back!
reebok back!
that’s all that they’re really screaming
is that reebok back!
black and the white, highs and the lows,
..they glow!
got me looking at the laces,
only money i’m chasing,
got a mike on the classic before i …
they’re screaming: reebok back!
reebok back!
that’s all they’re really screaming
is that reebok back!
http://catdaddylyrics.blogspot.com/2011/06/rick-ross-reebok-back.html
they started rocking the classics
they started rocking the….
but now i’m rocking the… because i rock what i want!
…back in the back, rose gotta drop in the front,
i’m there to be a billionaire like ride on top of the mud.
i’m.. i’m with the triple…
and my mind is already swagging on my enemies!
got ‘em kamikaze ….
….told me…. made it i say….
swagging on and put my wrist on the… the morning is gone,
but i get a six hundred bill so i could….
these youngers are loving my style,
i gotta ‘em calling me….
sometimes i ask my own self….
i’m going…..
put my name on the …in the game with the flame, i ride that….
.. i was trained to spin this thing and make it back!
i’m staging my dream, chasing my kamikaze ….

reebok back!
reebok back!
that’s all that they’re really screaming
is that reebok back!
black and the white, highs and the lows,
..they glow!
got me looking at the laces,
only money i’m chasing,
got a mike on the classic before i …
they’re screaming: reebok back!
reebok back!
that’s all they’re really screaming
is that reebok back! (x2)

Rick Ross Feat Meek Mill & Gunplay - Finals

Rick Ross Feat Meek Mill & Gunplay Finals Lyrics @ Rap Song Lyrics

Song Quotes:

“We them niggas at the park, we just wanna ball, Sellin dope, we get a car and don’t know what its called”

Rick Ross Feat Meek Mill & Gunplay Finals Lyrics

Rick Ross – Finals Lyrics

[Rick Ross]
We them niggas at the park, we just wanna ball
Sellin dope, we get a car and don’t know what its called
Nniggas foul, but the referees dont get involved
Its the finals, and my dogs came to take it all
With the her-ion , nigga im Lebron (HUH)
Quarter millie for my car, and thats on the Quran
You running with me nigga, or you better run two
Ties for you pussies cause you know who number one
These bitches all on my dick, is it all of my cars,
They say my Audemar sick, just bought a ?
This a ten million flip, so nigga fuck what you talk
100 million off the rip, the definition of boss
She can tell how I’m ballin, dat I’m just gettin started
Yea I took an advance, put 20 keys in the projects
Had to scoop my lieutenant, had to make my deposits
Niggas DIEE everyday the time choppa comes out the closet
And I pride myself, I’m gettin money in the street
I ride myself, I’m the one you gotta see
I bring it straight to your door, do you like it Manolo
When you flashin that money, them people flashin your photo
Kno I’m fuckin these broads, cause I’m flashy as fuck
Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as fuck
Fi-Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as fuck
Fi-Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as fuck
Huh

My money on a another level (HUH)
My money on a another level (HUH)
She fucking ordinary niggas
Your bitch be fucking ordinary niggas

[Meek Mill]
Hatin wid dem bitchs, dats a flagrant foul
I’m posted with that china white, the smokers say its Yao
A nigga play, I want his head im talkin 80 thou
I tell my shooters go get em, they go make a cow
Ridin in a wiz a fortune, then I made a vow
I will never let these rapper niggas take a stow
My dogs karate chop them bricks, then they take a bow
Throw a banana in the air ak then I make a smile
Blake Griffin on these niggas, rookie of the year,
This ordinary shittin on these niggas
And I heard that they be hating, I aint trippin on these niggas
Make it rain all these hoes, havin it drippin on these niggas
Ya
Lou-Louie Vutton kicks , they my ball sneaks
30 pair Michael Jordans, is what they cost me
Lou-Louie Vutton kicks, they my ball sneaks
30 pair Michael Jordans, is what they cost me

My money on a another level
My Money on a another level
She fuckin ordinary niggas
your bitch be fucking ordinary niggas

[Gunplay]
My track got umps, jumpin until it needs a crutch
Got birds flyin around, like mr 23 himself
You want to eat, I got the food
Nigga come and see the chef,
We aint playing by the rules, put the toolie on the reps
Scored a foul line nigga, payin high by the high now
When I get the Gucci, only 3note is the dial now
Skunk screamin loud, tryna speak a whole sound now
My heart so hard, the cookie need a powerdrive
I’m triple a arrogant ass attitude
100 down south, right down the last avenue
This the dead end, gotta kill to fit in
So pop your act and move it, if he can bring the shit in
Lebon 5.0′s white tee, hood rich
I got cheerleaders too, and everyone a hood bitch
And a whip the color the yayo, n that mutha fucka foreign
Whi-whi-whip the color yayo, n that mutha fucka foreign
http://catdaddylyrics.blogspot.com/2011/06/rick-ross-feat-meek-mill-gunplay-finals.html
[Rick Ross]
My money on a another level
My money on a another Level
She fucking ordinary niggas
Your bitch be fucking ordinary niggas

My money on a another level
My money on a another level
She fucking ordinary niggas
Your bitch be fucking ordinary niggas

We gon call this the finals,
Cause I can have your ass finalized
HUH
We 25 million up nigga, Double M G the untouchable

Fuck boy, Fuck boy, Fuck boy
Still a fuck boy
We gettin money nigga
we gettin money nigga
I see you runnin nigga
I see you runnin nigga
They dnt want it nigga
They dnt want it nigga
They dnt want it nigga
They dont want it nigga
We 1 hundred nigga
We 1 hundred nigga
100 million

Meek Mill feat Rick Ross & Wale - Pandemonium

Meek Mill feat Rick Ross & Wale Pandemonium Lyrics @ catdaddylyrics.blogspot.com

Meek Mill Pandemonium Lyrics

3 passports, 3 first class tickets to the money
straight flights

[Rick Ross]
I live by the cold war
drove from round the globe
all I need is a kilo, a apron, show me the stove
general electric, perfected, cooking them O’s
no more peanut butter sandwiches, now we looking at loaves
hoes, I need a condom for my toast, busting in these n-ggas
standing flat footed, I’m on my toes
froze, pandemonium overdose
paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed
Armadillo cigars, killers who like to play golf
preparing with transactions, with russian shots of the smirnoff
playing for keeps I buss in ‘em ‘fore she get off
I run the city just pull up and drop the kid off
welcome to organised crime
money got me excited, I’m coming four or five times
the ’45 for you n-ggas with 9 lives
Penthouse on college, money long as Ocean drive
black Chevy Tahoe’s, Hatians up out the ?
my place spacious, smoking aces in Lagos
Feds get involved, I’m slipping off in the synagogue
issue you your warrant, informant, bitch I’ve been a boss
counting money stacks, your’s counter-fitted
I made my money back, when your accountant didn’t
went against the odds, its only one Rozay
my n-gga OKAY
[ from: http://catdaddylyrics.blogspot.com/2011/05/meek-mill-feat-rick-ross-wale.html ]
[Chorus]
I got a penny in my pocket
million in the trunk
started in the back, now we the n-ggas in the front
step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock
get a piece of p-ssy then take my n-ggas to shop
Pandemonium, causing pandemonium
half a million for the same car we rolling in
Pandemonium, pandemonium
we the number 1 n-ggas your bitch notice it

[Meek Mill - Verse 2]
Million ways to make this money, you gon get it
on the grind 24/7 I’m with it
YSL swagger, wrist wear frigid
jumping out the Phantom like a muthaf-cking midget
money knocking at the front door I’m like “who is it?”
it’s Benjy, tell my lil n-gga “goin get it”
cause I’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute
Lamborghini dreaming thinking how I’m spend it
I’m like one’s for the money, two’s for the show of it
three’s for the bitches that be f-cking for the hoe of it
four for my n-ggas that be stacking and then blowing it
you would think I had a curfew the way I’m going in
look at what we rolling in, causing pandemonium
papi got them keys in, he like my custodian
I was tryna bag a brick you was Nickelodian
I was in them trenches getting down and dirty serving it
We’s part the reason that them Churches got some services
the morgue could afford just cause we was doing murdering
n-gga called my phone talking reckless I aint heard of it
f-ck ya girl, give her back I’m courteous
I can keep a secret with Vicky have a menage with Nicki
and be out London with Lauren and telling Megan Good morning
catch me rolling with Kelly or at the Hilton with Paris
from Hollywood to the hood, I want a mom and I swear that I want em all
wanna f-ck em all
had my n-ggas down so I’m screaming f-ck the law
monday night wrestling, I’m so f-cking raw
she gon wipe me down, I’m gon brush her off
I’m way harder than the concrete
I say what my mind speak
word to the homies Ross I can get that 9 Piece
for the low that 9 cheap
call me if you want it, haters see me
and I’m staying got ‘em sick to they stomach

[Chorus]

[Wale]
Whole time, see that fly sh-t I’ve been on
all the girlfriends fall in line from my spin off
thats game b-tch aint sh-t
nudies? and some J six
where I’m from it’s cold
and n-ggas get at you like handkerchiefs
God bless you unless you was disrespectful
Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you
they say I’m special as Devin Hester on fourth down
so all that sh-t you n-ggas kicking with worried about
catch me at tha carry out, mumbo sauce and half and half
flyest n-ggas out here, period no maxi-pad
bitch I got a right to brag
bitch I got a right to boast
presidential suite and bitch
and I never use my right to vote
my vision enormous, my bitch’s is gorgeous
and I am dead serious, bitch I spit with embalming
shout out to lil g, shout out Tre and Mohammad
that boa shit we get paid with death over dishonor
I’m known as Obama’s don’t I know no-one in congress
these bitches love me all the way, u got sorta’s and kinda’s
sort of remind you, why you don’t call no vagina
lets give em awesome intercourse and ignore there inquires
quietly becoming a top ten
you dreamed of getting cream, best believe I’m John Deere
?, earth tones in the winter
Purp rolled in a rillow
I am on my John Lithgow
Out of this 3rd Rock, n-gga it it out
I am on my Tom Brady y’all n-ggas is Eric Crouch
what the bloodclot, Tommy Frazier f-ck yourself
I can see your album coming
that shits like a sucker punch
here for breakfast, f-ck for lunch
dinner time she bring a friend
write my sh-t so vicious
y’all are like snitches you can’t see the pen
always on some new sh-t CNN
sh-ttin on these n-ggas like I need a pen

[Chorus]

Rick Ross - Money Maker

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Rick Ross Money Maker Lyrics

[Chorus:]
It Dont Make Sense, If It Dont Make That Money, It Dont It Dont Make Sense If It Dont Make That Money, Imma Take That Money, Imma Take That, Imma Imma Take That Money, Imma Take That, Imma Imma [2X]

[Verse 1:]
Fuck A Judge Prosecutor, Fuck A Judge Prosecutor, Fuck A Judge, Fuck A Judge Fuck A Judge Prosecutor And The District Attorney Where Im For Ah Couple Kilos Ere Thing Gettin Murder Its Survival Of Fittest All These Young Niggas Killing Slidin Ina New Chargers When They Pull Up They Hittin I Got Kilo God Gave Ya Life but We Can Repo Slidin Day And Night With My People Red Lazer On My Tazer And The Home Invasion It Aint No mother Fuckin Grazin Head Shot Head Shots Seen Them 26's So She Gave Me Headshots It Aint About Money It Aint About Shit Momma Made That Money Nigga Cause It Only Make Sense
[ found on http://catdaddylyrics.blogspot.com/2011/05/rick-ross-money-maker.html ]
[Chorus:]
It Dont Make Sense If It Dont Make That Money, It Dont It Dont Make Sense If It Dont Make That Money, Imma Take That Money, Imma Take That Money, Imma Imma Take That Money, Imma Take That, Imma Imma Take That Money

[Verse 2]
Where That Blue Gotti Driver? Where That Big Booty
Diver? Where That Rocky Roller Rocka? Where That New Body Slider? Where Yo New Body Benz? Show Me Yo Re Up Nigga, Twice Ah Week Im At The Jeweler Tryna Re Up Nigga, Got My Money Up, I Got My Fitted Low You Got The 45 Thats At 1054 Im In The 57 Sittin On 26's You Need Ah 36 Just Hit Ah Nigga Digits I Gotta 7 Tray Got Over 80 In It It Got A Cooling System Youll Think Mercedes Did It So Where Yo New Body Benz? Show Me Yo Re Up Nigga Def Jam 5 Mil. And Time To Re Up Niggaaha

It Dont Make, It Dont Make Sense If It Dont Make That Money, It Dont, It Dont Make Sense If It Dont Make That Money, Imma Take That Money, Imma Take That, Imma Imma Take That Money, Imma Take That Imma Imma..