[Intro: Rick Ross]
Hood billionaire.
Nigga need that quinine,
I'm makin' more with the bakin' soda, don't hate on me,
You know where I'm at, though.
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I'm ridin' down Elvis Presley Boulevard,
I'm ridin' down Elvis Presley Boulevard,
Got the dog food, the soft, nigga, and the hard,
You can tell them crackers they can go and get the dawgs.
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I'm ridin' down Elvis Presley Boulevard,
Ridin' down Elvis Presley Boulevard,
Got the boy, got the girl, and I got the heart,
Tell them pussy crackers they can bring the dawgs.
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I got Priscilla, I got Priscilla,
I got vanilla, boy, I got vanilla,
I been that nigga, I been that nigga,
I bend that corner, I'm stackin' scrilla.
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I'm ridin' down Elvis Presley Boulevard,
I'm ridin' down Elvis Presley Boulevard,
Got the dog food, the soft, nigga, and the hard,
You can tell them crackers they can go and get the dawgs.
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
My face familiar, my face familiar,
Half a milli for the whip, this bitch'll hurt your feelings.
I could fly Priscilla, send her in the mail,
She got Meek Milly cellphone in the county jail.
I'm at the car wash off on Elvis Presley Boulevard,
That nina hit your van, your ass gon' holla, ‘Good God!'
You feel that itch, you feel that itch,
That heroin movin' fast, boy, I'm gettin' rich.
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I'm ridin' down Elvis Presley Boulevard,
I'm ridin' down Elvis Presley Boulevard,
Got the dog food, the soft, nigga, and the hard,
You can tell them crackers they can go and get the dawgs.
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Run up in the trap, I push the panic button,
Lil' Dwayne snortin' coke, he ain't scared of nothing.
Bumpin' Playa Fly until a playa die,
Charged ‘em for the nine gram, but I gave ‘em five.
My baking soda fine, I'm bakin' over dimes,
I got them brown bags, I bet they know it's mine.
I'm ridin' down Elvis Presley Boulevard,
Can I park an airplane in a nigga yard?
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I'm ridin' down Elvis Presley Boulevard,
Ridin' down Elvis Presley Boulevard,
Got the boy, got the girl, and I got the heart,
Tell them pussy crackers they can bring the dawgs.
[Verse 4: Project Pat]
Crushin them sleepin' pills up, I'm steppin on the dawg,
Bringin down of half a thing, mane, get these puppies off,
Hard work pays off, get more if you sellin soft.
Catch you slippin out here, though, my dawg, we knock your melon off,
They cannot stunt, shoot them rifles long like African.
Got them young boys shootin shit up like Africans,
Me gold in me mouth, round my neck like leprechaun.
Lamborghini or Ferrari, watch these bitches come,
Stackin funds off the drugs, me go quick to rob the clubs,
Nigga mouth was full of slugs, left these bodies full of slugs,
Met me on the South side of the city with the whole thing,
Iced ‘em with the heater, took his shit, it's a cold game,
His niggas know I done it, now it's rumors they want my head,
Got my Russian bitch sleepin with me right in the bed.
My niggas killin about this shit, forreallin about this shit,
Fuck around and get a hundred years, dawg, bout this shit.
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I'm ridin' down Elvis Presley Boulevard,
I'm ridin' down Elvis Presley Boulevard,
Got the dog food, the soft, nigga, and the hard,
You can tell them crackers they can go and get the dawgs.
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I'm ridin' down Elvis Presley Boulevard,
Ridin' down Elvis Presley Boulevard,
Got the boy, got the girl, and I got the heart,
Tell them pussy crackers they can bring the dawgs.