Steppin’ Out

Lyrics

Rick Ross Hook: Steppin' out hard Suit so sharp Round these parts Sharp shooting at the law I ain't tripping on the trappers Cause the crackers show start I ain't tripping on the trappers Cause the crackers show start The way I get it get it Ya be so mob So mob So mob Naw murder ain't the prob The way I get it get it Ya be so mob So mob So mob Naw murder ain't the prob Yung Q Verse: I'm coming up from the streets So all that talking is weak They try to put me down But I'm still killing these beats Went nothing to something I get it up That's the mob life Made it out the strugglе Now it's all bright Lights Cameras Action Man I'm done with distractions I love to see thеir reaction When I'm standing on the top Making hits I could never stop GFC the GANG GANG Make the speakers knock Ya I stay fresh Ya I stay clean Money making is the mission Living out my dreams Take it one day at a time I perfected the grind Million dollars' worth of game Like a star I'm a shine Cartel money Cocaine prices Still can catch me on the block Shooting dices Rising up from the trenches I made that money work Flipped it up a couple times Check my net worth Rick Ross Hook: Steppin' out hard Suit so sharp Round these parts Sharp shooting at the law I ain't tripping on the trappers Cause the crackers show start I ain't tripping on the trappers Cause the crackers show start The way I get it get it Ya be so mob So mob So mob Naw murder ain't the prob The way I get it get it Ya be so mob So mob So mob Naw murder ain't the prob Rick Ross Verse: Hundred stacks on the watch Hundred blocks on the dot Ricky Ross New whip tennis shoes and the socks I'm up in secret city Ya that boy got the bling on Ya you better hit the phone Them bricks selling like ring tones I'm stepping out fresh I'm stepping out clean My nigga Yung mob Dope boy And D.P.C When I'm up in the D We gone stunt like a dog My niggas drop out of school But we subject to Ball Don't worry about the crackers Cause the crackers ain't sharp How I'm looking in the phantom Bitch you know that I'm the mob See the grill in the front I get a feeling the flaunt Look how you feeling Ricky Ross I get a million a month I'm so mob so mob How I get it so mob Pulling up to the trap Fresh off a blow job Ya them thousand dollar jeans Pussy nigga tell that If you waiting on a sack Boy just hit my sell back I'm so Rick Ross Hook: Steppin' out hard Suit so sharp Round these parts Sharp shooting at the law I ain't tripping on the trappers Cause the crackers show start I ain't tripping on the trappers Cause the crackers show start The way I get it get it Ya be so mob So mob So mob Naw murder ain't the prob The way I get it get it Ya be so mob So mob So mob Naw murder ain't the prob