These songs are off of two cdr releases:
Help is in the Hair (2007) was recorded in a one take session with the Joester from Left Field Studios at the Doomnest in Seattle.
This Time I Don't Know (2008) was recorded in many takes by Erica herself at the Punkall in Olympia.
Though neither CDR included liner notes, both are composed of mostly cover songs by various artists spanning several genres of music (Western Graves, Hole, The Knife, Neutral Milk Hotel, Dylan, old folk traditionals and more) as well as a few originals scattered within.
B.M.F.
Rick Ross Lyrics
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We blowin' money fast on this side, nigga
Catch up, nigga
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whippin' work, Hallelujah
One nation, under God
Real niggas gettin' money from the fucking start
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Gettin' work, Hallelujah
One nation under God
Real niggas gettin' money from the fucking start
My Rolls Royce triple black
I'm geechee, ho
Balling in the club, bottles like I'm Meechy, ho
Rozay, that's my nickname
Cocaine runnin' in my big vein
Self-made, you just affiliated
I built it ground up, you bought it renovated
Talking plenty capers, nothing's been authenticated
Funny you claimin' the same bitch that I'm penetratin'
Hold the bottles up, where my comrades?
Where the fucking felons, where my dogs at?
I got that Archie Bunker
And it's so white I just might charge ya double
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whippin' work, Hallelujah
One nation, under God
Real niggas gettin' money from the fucking start
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Gettin' work, Hallelujah
One nation under God
Real niggas gettin' money from the fucking start
These motherfuckers mad that I'm icy
Stunt so hard make 'em come indict me
I think I'm Big Meech, look at my time piece
It's an Audemar, hundred racks at least
Look at yourself, now look at me
You can't see a nigga, I'm what you used to be
Look at it this way, you niggas sideways
Always getting money, my nigga crime pays
So fuck a nigga, I'm self-made
You a sucka nigga, I'm self-paid
This for my broke niggas, this for my rich niggas
Got a hundred on a head of a snitch nigga
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whippin' work, Hallelujah
One nation, under God
Real niggas gettin' money from the fucking start
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Gettin' work, Hallelujah
One nation under God
Real niggas gettin' money from the fucking start
The thirty-six holes leave you bleedin' fam
Word to them thirty-six O's in a kilogram
Blunt tip, orange like Caviar
Wild n' out, fishtailin', Subaru Rally car
Out the passenger, lettin' the automatty off
A egg of that girl'll knock ya mommy and ya daddy off
Fuck around and knock the emblem on the Caddy off
Four-shooters buggin' out, blickin' at ya Caddy doors
And did I mention, guns from Red Dead Redemption
Nine mils, fifty clip extensions?
Coke is like a mattress in the hood, I'm flippin' on it
And the money's like a chair, I'm sittin' on it
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whippin' work, Hallelujah
One nation, under God
Real niggas gettin' money from the fucking start
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Gettin' work, Hallelujah
One nation under God
Real niggas gettin' money from the fucking start
The lyrics to the song B.M.F. by Rick Ross feature the rapper boasting about his wealth and power, likening himself to iconic drug lords Big Meech and Larry Hoover. He references his luxurious lifestyle, including driving a triple black Rolls Royce and purchasing expensive items like an Audemars Piguet watch. He also talks about his criminal activities, including selling cocaine and having weapons like guns with extended clip extensions.
The chorus repeats the lines "I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover / Whippin' work, Hallelujah / One nation, under God / Real niggas gettin' money from the fucking start," emphasizing the idea that Ross views himself as a successful and respected criminal like Meech and Hoover.
Overall, the lyrics to B.M.F. glorify a life of crime and excess, showcasing the dangerous allure of the drug trade and the power that comes with being a successful criminal.
Line by Line Meaning
Uh, uh
Introduction to the song with no inherent meaning
We blowin' money fast on this side, nigga
We are spending a lot of money here very quickly
Catch up, nigga
You need to keep up with us if you want to be a part of this lifestyle
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
I feel like I am a boss just like Big Meech and Larry Hoover
Whippin' work, Hallelujah
I am cooking and selling drugs, which is giving me a lot of money
One nation, under God
We all live in the same country and believe in a higher power
Real niggas gettin' money from the fucking start
Only people that have always hustled and made their money through illegal means are true bosses
My Rolls Royce triple black
I own a nice Rolls Royce with a black paint job
I'm geechee, ho
I am from the Geechee Gullah people, descendants of former slaves who live in the low country region of South Carolina and Georgia
Balling in the club, bottles like I'm Meechy, ho
I'm having a great time in the club and I'm buying very expensive alcohol just like Meechy
Rozay, that's my nickname
My nickname is Rozay, which is a reference to the expensive brand of champagne
Cocaine runnin' in my big vein
I have a lot of cocaine and it is fueling me to keep making money
Self-made, you just affiliated
I built my wealth and empire myself, while you just tagged along and joined my crew later
I built it ground up, you bought it renovated
My success was built from the ground up, while you only benefited from joining me later on when everything was already established
Talking plenty capers, nothing's been authenticated
I talk about making a lot of money through illegal means, but it can't actually be proven
Funny you claimin' the same bitch that I'm penetratin'
You are trying to claim a woman that I am sleeping with
Hold the bottles up, where my comrades?
Raise your glasses to celebrate with me, where are my friends?
Where the fucking felons, where my dogs at?
I want to be surrounded by fellow criminals and my closest friends
I got that Archie Bunker
I have a lot of guns and I'm not afraid to use them
And it's so white I just might charge ya double
My cocaine is such high quality that I can sell it for double the price
These motherfuckers mad that I'm icy
People are jealous of how much power and wealth I have accumulated
Stunt so hard make 'em come indict me
I'm flaunting my illegal money so recklessly that I'm likely to get arrested
Look at it this way, you niggas sideways
You guys are not profitable because you are approaching your business endeavours at the wrong angle
Always getting money, my nigga crime pays
Being a criminal is lucrative and can be very rewarding
So fuck a nigga, I'm self-made
I don't need anyone else to make money, I did it all myself
You a sucka nigga, I'm self-paid
You are not as successful as I am because you didn't build your wealth yourself
This for my broke niggas, this for my rich niggas
This is a message meant for both my poor and wealthy associates
Got a hundred on a head of a snitch nigga
I am willing to pay a large sum of money to anyone who helps me find and punish a snitch
The thirty-six holes leave you bleedin' fam
My gun has thirty-six bullets and will cause a lot of harm
Word to them thirty-six O's in a kilogram
I can sell a kilogram of cocaine (which contains 36 ounces) for a lot of money
Blunt tip, orange like Caviar
The tips of my bullets look like blunt cigars and are orange like caviar
Wild n' out, fishtailin', Subaru Rally car
I'm driving very recklessly and drifting my Subaru Rally car
Out the passenger, lettin' the automatty off
I am shooting a fully automatic weapon out the window of the car from the passenger seat
A egg of that girl'll knock ya mommy and ya daddy off
A single bullet from my gun can kill someone and leave their family grieving
Fuck around and knock the emblem on the Caddy off
I might be firing shots so recklessly that the emblem on a Cadillac could fall off
Four-shooters buggin' out, blickin' at ya Caddy doors
Me and my 4 associates are shooting at the doors of your Cadillac
And did I mention, guns from Red Dead Redemption
My guns are so powerful that they make me feel like I'm in a video game
Nine mils, fifty clip extensions?
My guns are capable of firing 9 millimeter bullets and have extended clips that can hold up to 50 rounds each
Coke is like a mattress in the hood, I'm flippin' on it
Cocaine is so common in the hood that it's like a familiar object, and I am making a lot of money from selling it
And the money's like a chair, I'm sittin' on it
I am so wealthy that money is like a chair to me, something I can casually sit on
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: William Roberts, David Styles, Lexus Lewis
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@BeattapeFactory
I can recommend some other hard trap songs like this:
Ace Hood - Hustle Hard
Chief Keef - Everyday
Meek Mill - Im a Boss
Rick Ross - hold me back
And ESPECIALLY
Niska - PSG Freestyle
Aint the same lex luger shit but definetly got the same hardcore OG trap music Energy.
@thertofficial1223
Who's here 2024💪🏾🔥🔥
@mared01
💪
@gbird5000
I’m here after GTA 6 released
@marklucovic1943
Free meech!
@kmarcol1
Me with his perpin ass 😂
@Faycaltikno
VB 8 s96 😏
@seankiarie6680
This is one of the hardest songs I've ever heard to be honest.
@pbdubz
Sean Kiarie lex luger bro this and hard in the paint fucking masterpeaces
@pavanmoondi8443
Crazy thing is it would be even harder if they didnt cut styles verse short, look up styles p bmf extended verse if you haven't already heard it 🔥
@BeattapeFactory
I can recommend some other hard trap songs like this:
Ace Hood - Hustle Hard
Chief Keef - Everyday
Meek Mill - Im a Boss
Rick Ross - hold me back
And ESPECIALLY
Niska - PSG Freestyle
Aint the same lex luger shit but definetly got the same hardcore OG trap music Energy.