Artist: Rick Ross f/ Meek Mill Album: Mastermind Song: Walkin' On Air Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Intro: Rick Ross] I pray we all live forever I pray I'm a servant to all prophets May I be rich forever [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 {*gunshot*} Ain't no sympathyin' 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 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 I! Bob Marley through the trumpets on the day I die Rolls Royces on dirt roads, we dope boys (Dope boys.. dope boys.. dope boys..) Baptized by the dope boys Ordained by the assholes My salvation is the cash flow WOAH! Ohh.. I'm walkin' on air [Chorus: 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 [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 screaming at Mount Sinai {*gunshots*} 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 {M-M-M-M-M-M} [Meek Mill] You already know, I give and go and I get that dope (dope) Nigga with that O, I move that shit like tic-tac-toe (ohh!) 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 José, cause José 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 {M-M-M-M} [Rick Ross] Wait a minute, wait a minute Wait a minute, wait a minute Wait a minute, wait a minute [Chorus] [Rick Ross] Fuck a tutor, better get a shooter Teach your ass a lesson when they runnin' to ya Fiends lining up like we having 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 I, Exodus Corinthians, Leviticus I'm on the books, I study well Getting money, bitches know me well HUH! [Outro: Rick Ross] Selassie I... Selassie I... Pray I never die... I pray I never die...