(feat. Dre)    [Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]  Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah)  Bottle of the Jos©, pass me some mo'  I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes  Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)  Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)  Mo' money means mo' dough fo' blow    [Verse 1: Rick Ross]  Way up in them Cali Hills, burnin' like the sun set  A nigga wit' a attitude, take it outta context  Ridin wit' them big thangs, lookin' like a bomb threat  Bin Laden beard, Afghan in a ?  Ross, stranded on the death row  Makavali's on the Maybach, kicks retro  She wanna gaze at the stars  Through a panoramic view, pullin' haze out the ?  Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh  Getting blessed on the ?, it's a way to reflect  Hard work pays off, I'm a boss, you can tell  By the bottles in the pail, and the models that we share  I'm in a realist state, and a realist state of mind  We came from trigga' play, kill a nigga for a dime  I'm tryna' chill today, I got a million on my mind  Dice in my hand, one roll, I blow ya' mind    [Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]  Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah)  Bottle of the Jos©, pass me some mo'  I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes  Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)  Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)  Mo' money means mo' dough fo' blow    [Verse 2: Rick Ross]  Mo' trips, mo' whips, mo' money, I'm mo' rich  Mo' hatas', mo' clips, mo' jewels, mo' chris  Half a hundred grand and some rubberbands  ? off fast in my other hand  On the other hand, I'm still pitchin' underhand  All soft balls, all bases covered man  Mo' trucks, mo' bucks, mo' freaks, mo' butts  I see the vision, from club vision to ?  I get brain, I bust nuts in each states  Soon as I see what I'm lookin' for  I sit up in that seat and cut em' off on them 24's, there it goes  Baby girl, come talk wit' the boss  I pop a Jos© bottle, you can kick ya shoes off    [Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]  Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah)  Bottle of the Jos©, pass me some mo'  I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes  Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)  Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)  Mo' money means mo' dough fo' blow    [Verse 3: Rick Ross]  Ever seen a fat boy in a big body  Know you wanna sit by me, all you do is think bout it  Lease apartments to get kicked out it  Next day, buy a condo to get a kick out it  We don't take you for the view, this is what I do  When I'm on the beach, all my diamonds are water blue (Ross)  Let's party like the pack jam, Pac Man  Fifty grand, stacked in my lap man  Get a lap dance (and if you get my dick hard)  This ya' last chance (to hop up in that big car)  Wit' tha' Fat Man (certified Hood Star)  But he a millionaire (look bitch I'm goin far)  This the movement, a few niggaz you wanna move wit'  Gucci on my feet, see I'm only in that new shit  Ha, they say life's a bitch  But close ya eyes for a minute, and just bite this dick, it's Ross    [Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]  Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah)  Bottle of the Jos©, pass me some mo'  I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes  Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)  Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)  Mo' money means mo' dough fo' blow    [Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]  Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah)  Bottle of the Jos©, pass me some mo'  I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes  Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)  Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)  Mo' money means mo' dough fo' blow