Ridin’ Thru the Ghetto

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Trilla
I'm a boss
Who?

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm worth a million dollars (Dollars), worth a million dollars (Dollars)
I'm worth a million dollars (Dollars), worth a million dollars (Dollars)
I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm makin' women holler (Holler), makin' women holler (Holler)
Women holler (Holler, I bet so many women want me)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I just left my mama house and it made me feel good
I just paid my mama bills, you would if you could
I'm still from the ghetto and they I'd go to prison (Prison)
Niggas in the ghetto always end up in the system
But I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars (Dollars)
I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars (Dollars)
Convertible Impala, but can drive what I wanna
'Cause I'm ballin' like a brother smokin' on that California
Hit the freeway (Uh), and I'm thinkin' 'bout my brother
Nigga got a life sentence fuckin' with them undercovers
Gotta handle my business, I came up with a plan
Handle mine like a—, I'm in a lime green Lamb'
Yeah, them hoes wanna ride with us (Boss, wanna ride with me)
I love to drive on them two pills, so we're lost (Lost)
Got 'bout twenty stacks up in my jeans (I'm a boss)
At the intersection, gettin' sucked in between, you can see (Oh, yeah)

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm worth a million dollars (Dollars), worth a million dollars (Dollars)
I'm worth a million dollars (Dollars), worth a million dollars (Dollars)
I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm makin' women holler (Holler), makin' women holler (Holler)
Women holler (Holler, I bet so many women want me)

[Verse 2: Gunplay]
I just spilled all of my clean on my lap
And I'm .38, hot, 'cause I gotta turn back
And the trap on fire, but I still drop by (By)
My money no good in the hood, they be lookin' out (Lookin')
I pay mine 'cause she say the same (Same)
Same old excuses, niggas blame it on a game
Got up out the ghetto, made it, now my community gated
I used to section eight it, just a nickel bag of weed had you faded
I came a long way (Way), I had a long day (Day)
And I'm cranky, I crank up, rub me the wrong way (Way)
I got issues like a news stand, somethin' different every day (Huh)
I don't run from it, I just stare it in the face (Ha)
City corners with the beat-beatin'
I miss the days when the streets heard somethin' and then repeat it
Before the dollars and the diamonds on the collars, and the Pradas
Gunplay was just another ghetto product (Oh, yeah)

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm worth a million dollars (Dollars), worth a million dollars (Dollars)
I'm worth a million dollars (Dollars), worth a million dollars (Dollars)
I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm makin' women holler (Holler), makin' women holler (Holler)
Women holler (Holler, I bet so many women want me)

[Verse 3: Torch]
Picture me rollin' in my five-fifty Benz
My life a movie, niggas actin' like friends (Hi)
Just beat a case, ten million in the flesh (In the flesh)
Semi-auto in the auto when I'm ridin' through the jets
'Cause I'm worth a million dollars and I'm lookin' like I feel
Nervous spills on the coupe, cookin' up like Anne-Marie
No appeal for my dawg, cracker shot in him, forty years (Forty years?)
Got the chain smokin' just to hold back the tears
So the next season comin' fast (Fast), my mama nervous (Nervous)
'Cause the feds searchin' through the trash (Trash), somebody workin'
Paranoid ain't the word, send a text before you call (Before you call)
I'm ridin' through the ghetto, fifty thousand on my arm (Yeah)
Judge a man, lookin' at his company
I talked with Hov (Uh-huh), and I break bread with Ross monthly
Ten niggas (Niggas), in low-riders (Riders)
In ski masks, screaming "Cartel" every time we pass, black flag on 'em (Ooh)

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm worth a million dollars (Dollars), worth a million dollars (Dollars)
I'm worth a million dollars (Dollars), worth a million dollars (Dollars)
I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm makin' women holler (Holler), makin' women holler (Holler)
Women holler (Holler, I bet so many women want me)

[Outro: Rick Ross]
You gotta understand the feeling, baby
It's like comin' to the trap game (Oh, yeah), playin' on air (I'm ridin')
Nigga done came up, you feel me?
Now I'm the billionaire, the big boss
Let's say I'm comin' down on some shit that I
I paid four-hundred thousand for
I paid that with a smile (I'm ridin'), you feel me?
I'm comin' down, mind beyond his drive
It's all the way live
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? It's the boss
And I love to floss (Oh)
I ain't eatin' nothin' but these babies (I'm ridin')
You gotta follow me close (Oh, yeah)
I might stop at PF Changs, then we can do some things (Oh)
I'm a real nigga, aha, we the best (I'm ridin')
We so fresh (Ooh)
I'm higher than a motherfucker, man
And I'm trilla
Trilla (I'm ridin'), trilla
Trilla