I Think She Like Me Lyrics , Rick Ross feat. Ty Dolla $ign Lyrics ,

[Intro: Rick Ross]
This the flyest s* ever This that Rich Forever part 2 Uh, uh [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Layin’ in my bed, I’m under these gold chandeliers Can’t say too many names in here these kinda years Nice sweaters and these icy diamonds on my wrist Ice Cube lookin’ n, you know life a b
I once got no allowance, now I got the crown
I said I was The Boss, nobody made a sound
Really had to see them things, this level story tellin’
Who else could flip a chorus into 40 million?
Out in Cannes with Leonardo DiCaprio
While out on bond, pray I go to trial rapido
8 felonies, tellin’ me wanna give me life
Every nut I bust really, I gotta do it twice
Ricky Ronaldo, really when I’m in Portugal
I pull a yacht out, this weekend, I’m f
***’ so and so
Cameras flash, paparazzi layin’ in the grass
Tom Brady my new neighbor, you can tell ’em that

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Uh, I think she like me
Oh, I think she like me
I know her n* don’t like me With your b* right now?, yeah, I might be
Sippin’ this right now?, yeah, we might be
Might hit her from the back, let her ride me
Girl, you never meet another n**** like me
Girl, you never meet another man like me

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I’m sin’ women, out on Fisher Isle I gas her up and let her lick me down I may name my daughter Hermes Get Margiela to decorate the new birds nest 20 million up in Merrill Lynch I met his chick, he haven’t seen her since Through the city, I’m still floatin’ like a magic carpet She stop me for a selfie, I just want the knowledge Expressin’ what you think’ll send your kids to college Or be a Geechi n* just to keep the Bentley polished Do it for the dear departed, f a Ben Carson
Empire rented, you made a n* a target Only one that’s smokin’ up in Goldman Sachs When I’m the only one that’s rollin’ like a quarter back And I never put it in my government ‘Cause I never put on for the government [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign] Uh, I think she like me Oh, I think she like me I know her n* don’t like me
With your b* right now, yeah, I might be Sippin’ this Sprite now, yeah, we might be Might hit her from the back, let her ride me ‘Cause you never meet another n* like me
Girl, you never meet another man like me
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
You caught the case, you gotta post a bond
I’m Rayful Edmund mixed with young Wale Folarin
Starin’ in my safe, I’m rather safe than sorry
Diddy, Jigga? only two n comin’ for me
I park the Caddy in my livin’ room
p
* n** lookin’ for me, I’ma give it to ’em Santorini, Greece, s** in the swimmin’ pool If her p* dry, call her Beetle Juice
I’m baby makin’ in the Malvides
Put up all the yachts, pulled out the jet skis
Khaled hit me on the FaceTime [It’s Billy!]
I’m the fliest n**** on his baseline
She see the sneakers and she see the stones
Fat boy run the city, seated in the throne
I’m cashin’ in like the Kardashians
My paralyzed homie snuck a ratchet in

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Uh, I think she like me
Oh, I think she like me
I know her n* don’t like me With your b* right now, yeah, I might be
Sippin’ this Sprite now, yeah, we might be
Might hit her from the back, let her ride me
‘Cause you never meet another n**** like me
Girl, you never meet another man like me

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