florida boy

rick ross

it's all this here for a young florida boy

where we play football and sell dope

man

gold rims and sticks

seven trays

no tops

ya dig

candy paints

yo

gold rims

good dope

make a wonderful summer

heard i was a genius

when it come to the numbers

do it for the young fathers

still signing the lease

and all the hustlers who got somethin' in common with me

if i got the keys

then it's a car i'ma keep

when i line her up they say i remind 'em of meech

shootouts in miami

can't spend no time on the beach

do or die

get a plug

i got a hundred ki

brought her to florida

she fell in love with lobster

then i bent the corner with a couple drops

get your money

let's reward ourselves

life a test and every day we got so much to fail

told you the world was yours

now you in a cell

center of attention

now you by yourself

always did the shopping

now you're on the shelf

next time you see your daughter

bet her heart'll melt

pray for your niggas

if can't do nothin' else

pray you see the bigger picture

look at momma health

wake up

nigga

wake up

let down the top

nigga that's your pay stub

it's hard as hell for this florida boy

home of young niggas killin' with no remorse

with no remorse

home of young niggas killin' with no remorse

yeah

bitch

i'm a florida boy

73s to them amgs

now we rollin'

boys

and my momma raised me

fla paid me

i beat all of them cases

i'm on

bitch

i'm a florida boy

old school

big-ass rims

sittin' like tonka toys

i got a florida state of mind now

i be on my grind now

let my niggas shine now

they on

i could've been a student

my mind was polluted

project unit nigga

i could smell all the raw sewage

told myself

time to go do this"

Full Lyrics: florida boy - rick ross