Walkin’ On Air - Rick Ross

Walkin' On Air - Rick Ross/Meek Mill
I pray we all live forever
I pray I'm a servant to all prophets
We'll be rich forever
Money on my head p**sy boy that ain't enough
Bullet to your trap strapped in my armored truck
Your mami house next tell that b**ch to duck
Ain't no sympathying 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 ni**a's sheets
Bought a b**ch a hundred acres all red roses
Half you niggas' Judas I'm the son of Moses
Illuminated resurrected at selaseya
Bob Marley through the trumpets on the day I day
Rolls Royce's on dirt roads we dopeboys
Baptized by the dopeboys ordained by the assholes
My salvation is the cash flow wow oh
I'm walking on air
I'm talking big b**ch I'm talking big
I'm talking big b**ch I'm talking big
We do it big b**ch we do it big
I'm into fashion ni**a trying to bap this
My loyalty respected all across the atlas
I can have you and your team finalized
All your kids scream in your mouth cyanide
Holy Ghost the divine spirit
My heart pure he a real ni**a
She let me f**k early so she trustworthy
Her p**sy sacred so she getting all the purses
In his name I'm Supreme Lord
The Book of Leviticus is the spring boy
Jesus Christ look at this ni**a's ice
Better yet look at this ni**a's life
I'm walking on air
You already know I give and go and I get that dough
Ni**a with that O I move that sh*t like tic tac toe
And these be niggas hating like ''Meek Mill how you get that hope ''
Cause I get that dough and I switch that flow just check my style
Look at that gold on my wrist on some sh*t
Make a call ''who is this '' think it's Benjie on the line
And he called tried to flip what I do
Make a call call Papi four brick in
Papi call José cause José got fifth
Now I'm 30 000 feet up with my feet up rolling w**d up
P**sy niggas couldn't blow us couldn't beat us
Throwing curveballs in the field to get your ear like Derek Jeter
Double M that's the team I love to G us yeah
Wait a minute wait a minute
Wait a minute wait a minute
Wait a minute wait a minute
I'm talking big b**ch I'm talking big
I'm talking big b**ch I'm talking big
We do it big b**ch we do it big
F**k a tutor better get a shooter
Teach your a** a lesson when they running to ya
Fiends lining up like we having communions
This my daily bread and you niggas consumers
All I ever wanted was to make the scrilla
Have a recording session with J Dilla
Selaseya Exodus
Corinthian Leviticus
I'm on that bus I study well
Getting money b**ches know me well