Walkin' On Air (Album Version (Edited))

歌手: Rick Ross Meek Mill • 专辑:Mastermind (Deluxe) • 发布时间:2014-01-01
作词 : Robert Williams/William Roberts/Dwayne Richardson
 作曲 : Robert Williams/William Roberts/Dwayne Richardson
I pray we all live forever

I pray I'm a servant to all prophets

We'll be rich forever

Money on my head, b***h boy, that ain't enough

Bullet to your trap strapped in my armored truck

Your mami house next tell that b***h to duck

Ain't no sympathying in the city streets

That's all I ever heard from my older G's

She say she love me  but I know she play for keeps

Slip a black snake in a b***h's sheets
Bought a b***h a hundred acres all red roses

Half you mother****in' Judas I'm the son of Moses
Illuminated  resurrected at selaseya

Bob Marley through the trumpets on the day I day
Rolls Royce's on dirt roads we ****boys

Baptized by the ****boys ordained by the a*****es

My salvation is the cash flow  wow  oh

I'm walking on air

I'm talking big b***h I'm talking big

I'm talking big b***h I'm talking big

We do it big b***h we do it big
I'm into fashion b***h trying to bap this

My loyalty respected all across the atlas

I can have you and your team finalized

All your kids scream in your mouth  cyanide

Holy Ghost  the divine spirit

My heart pure he a real b***h

She let me **** early so she trustworthy

Her p***y sacred so she getting all the purses

In his name I'm Supreme Lord

The Book of Leviticus is the spring boy

Jesus Christ look at this b***h's ice

Better yet look at this b***h's life

I'm walking on air

You already know  I give and go and I get that dough
**** with that O I move that shit like tic tac toe
And these mother****ers hating like 'Meek Mill how you get that hope'
Cause I get that dough  and I switch that flow  just check my style
Look at that gold on my wrist on some shit
Make a call  ''who is this ''  think it's Benjie on the line
And he called  tried to flip  what I do
Make a call  call Papi  four brick in
Papi call José cause José got fifth

Now I'm 30,000 feet up with my feet up rolling shit up
B***h niggas couldn't blow us, couldn't beat us
Throwing curveballs in the field to get your ear like Derek Jeter
Double M  that's the team  I love to G us  yeah

Wait a minute  wait a minute

Wait a minute  wait a minute

Wait a minute  wait a minute

I'm talking big b***h I'm talking big

I'm talking big b***h I'm talking big

We do it big b***h we do it big

**** a tutor better get a shooter

Teach your ass a lesson when they running to ya

Fiends lining up like we having communions

This my daily bread and you mother****ers consumers

All I ever wanted was to make the scrilla

Have a recording session with J Dilla

Selaseya Exodus

Corinthian  Leviticus

I'm on that bus  I study well

Getting money b*****s know me well
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