"Walkin' On Air" lyrics - RICK ROSS

[Intro: Rick Ross]
I pray we all live forever
I pray I'm a servant to all prophets
May I be rich forever

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Money on my head, pussy, boy, that ain't enough
Pull up to your trap strapped in my armored truck
Your mami house next, tell that bitch to duck
Ain't no sympathy in the inner 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 nigga's sheets
Bought a bitch a hundred acres, all red roses
Half you niggas Judas, I'm the son of Moses
Illuminated, resurrected as Selassie
Bob Marley through the trumpets on the day I die
Rolls Royces on dirt roads, we dopeboys

[Bridge: Rick Ross]
Baptized by the dopeboys, ordained by the assholes
My salvation is the cash flow
Woah, oh
I'm walkin' on air

[Hook: Rick Ross]
I'm talkin' big, bitch, I'm talkin' big
I'm talkin' big, bitch, I'm talkin' big
We do it big, bitch, we do it big

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I'm into fashion, nigga, John the Baptist
My loyalty respected all across the atlas
I can have you and your team finalized
All your kids screamin' at Mount Sinai
Holy Ghost, the divine spirit
My heart pure, he a real nigga
She let me fuck early so she trustworthy
Her pussy sacred so she gettin' all the purses
In his name I'm Supreme Lord
The Book of Leviticus is the springboard
Jesus Christ, look at this nigga's ice
Better yet, look at this nigga's life
I'm walkin' on air

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
You already know, I give and go and I get that dope
Nigga with that O, I move that shit like tic-tac-toe
And these be niggas hatin' like ''Meek Mill, how you get that ho?''
'Cause I get that dough, and I switch that flow
Just check my style, look at that Ro', on my wrist
On some shit, make a call, "Who is this?"
Think it's Benji on the line and he called, tried to flip
What I do? Make a call, call Papi for a brick
And papi call Jose, 'cause Jose got fish
Now I'm 30,000 feet up with my feet up, rollin' weed up
Pussy niggas couldn't bluff us, couldn't beat us
Throwin' curveballs in the field get you hit like Derek Jeter
Double M, yeah that's the team, I know they see us, yeah

[Bridge: Rick Ross]
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute

[Hook: Rick Ross]
I'm talkin' big, bitch, I'm talkin' big
I'm talkin' big, bitch, I'm talkin' big
We do it big, bitch, we do it big

[Verse 4: Rick Ross]
Fuck a tutor, better get a shooter
Teach your ass a lesson when they runnin' to ya
Fiends linin' up like we havin' communions
This my daily bread and you niggas consumers
All I ever wanted was to make scrilla
Have a recordin' session with J Dilla
Selassie, Exodus
Corinthians, Leviticus
I'm on the books, I study well
Gettin' money, bitches know me well

Selassie
Selassie
Pray I never die
Pray I never die