Blow
Dré/Rick Ross Lyrics


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Ricky Ross
Carol City Cartel
Cool & Dre
Designer jeans and a hand full of dough (yeah)
Bottle of that Rosé, pass me some more
I got, more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes
More money means more dough to (blow)
More bottles, there's more dough to (blow)
Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow

Way up in them Cali Hills, burnin' like the sunset
A nigga with a attitude, take it outta' context
Ridin' with that big thang, lookin' like a bomb threat
Bin Laden beard, Afghan in a bomb vest
(Ross) stranded on death row
Makaveli's on the Maybach, kicks retro
She wanna gaze at the stars
Through a panoramic view, pull the haze out the jar
Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh
Gettin' blessed on a jet is 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 into real estate, in a realer state of mind
We came for trigger 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 your mind

Designer jeans and a hand full of dough (yeah)
Bottle of that Rosé, pass me some more
I got, more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes
More money means more dough to (blow)
More bottles, there's more dough to (blow)
Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow

More trips (more trips), more whips (more whips)
More money (more money), I'm more rich (more rich)
More haters (more haters), more clips (more clips)
More jewels (more jewels), more shit (more shit)
Half a hundred grand in some rubber bands (rubber bands)
Gats all flashed in my other hand (other hand)
On the other hand, I'm still pitchin' underhand (underhand)
All softballs, all bases covered man (man)
More trucks (more trucks), more bucks (more bucks)
More freaks (more freaks), more butts (more butts)
I see the vision, from Club Vision to Privé (Privé)
I get brain, I bust nuts, in each states (yeah)
Soon as I see what I'm lookin' for
I sit up in that seat and cut 'em off on them 24s
There he goes, baby girl come talk with the boss
I pop a rose bottles, you can kick your shoes off

Designer jeans and a hand full of dough (yeah)
Bottle of that Rosé, pass me some more
I got, more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes
More money means more dough to (blow)
More bottles, there's more dough to (blow)
Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow

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
Mill ticket for the view, this is what I do
When I'm on the beach, all my diamonds salt 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 your last chance, to hop up in that big car
With the Fat Man, certified Hood Star
But he a millionaire, look bitch I'm goin' far
This the movement, a few niggas' you wanna move with
Gucci on my feet, see I'm only in the new shit
Ha, they say life's a bitch
But close your eyes for a minute, and just bite this dick, it's Ross

Designer jeans and a hand full of dough (yeah)
Bottle of that Rosé, pass me some more
I got, more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes
More money means more dough to (blow)
More bottles, there's more dough to (blow)
Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow

Designer jeans and a hand full of dough (yeah)
Bottle of that Rosé, pass me some more
I got, more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes
More money means more dough to (blow)




More bottles, there's more dough to (blow)
Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow

Overall Meaning

The song "Blow" by Dré/Rick Ross speaks about having more money to spend on luxury items such as designer jeans, cars, clothes, and more. The chorus highlights the fact that money means having the ability to enjoy a lavish lifestyle. The verse sung by Rick Ross conveys his story of success, and he is proud of his riches. The lyrics are very vivid and descriptive, depicting the lifestyle of a rich man. The metaphorical language used in the song suggests that the artist has worked hard to achieve his current status and that he deserves every bit of luxury he is enjoying.


The lyrics are quite straightforward, and the themes of materialism and success are present throughout the song. Rick Ross is exceptionally skilled at crafting the lyrics and bringing out his message by using vivid imagery and metaphorical language. The chorus is catchy and repetitive, making the song quite memorable, and the addition of different beats and sounds adds texture to the track.


Line by Line Meaning

Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah)
I'm wearing expensive clothes and have a lot of money on me.


Bottle of the Jose, pass me some more
Give me more of this Jose Cuervo tequila.


I got, more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes
I have a lot of cars and expensive clothes


More money means more dough to blow (blow)
Having more money means I can spend it on extravagant things.


More money means more dough to blow (blow)
Again, having more money means I can spend it on extravagant things.


More money means more dough for blow
I can use my money to buy drugs.


Way up in them Cali Hills, burnin' like the sun set
I'm in California and it's hot.


A nigga with a attitude, take it outta context
People misunderstand me or exaggerate my attitude.


Riding with them big things, lookin' like a bomb threat
I'm driving big cars that look threatening.


Bin Laden beard, afghan in a bomb vest
My facial hair looks like Osama Bin Laden and I'm wearing an Afghan vest that looks like a bomb.


Ross, stranded on the death row
My name is Ross and I feel like I'm alone and in trouble.


Makavali's on the Maybach, kicks retro
I'm driving a Maybach and wearing retro sneakers inspired by Tupac Shakur.


She wanna gaze at the stars
She wants to look at the stars in the sky.


Through a panoramic view, pullin' haze out the jar
We're smoking a lot of weed while enjoying the nice view.


Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh
I'm the best rapper in real life, not just on record.


Getting blessed on the ?, it's a way to reflect
I feel good and blessed, it helps me reflect on myself.


Hard work pays off, I'm a boss, you can tell
My hard work pays off and I have achieved boss status.


By the bottles in the pail, and the models that we share
You can tell I'm successful by the expensive liquor we drink and the models we hang out with.


I'm in a realist state, and a realist state of mind
I'm in a realistic state of mind.


We came from trigger play, kill a nigga for a dime
Our background involves violence, we would kill someone for only ten cents.


I'm tryna chill today, I got a million on my mind
I'm trying to relax but I'm still thinking about money.


Dice in my hand, one roll, I blow your mind
I'm gambling and if I win, it will impress you.


More trips, more whips, more money, I'm more rich
I can afford more trips, cars, and have more money.


More haters, more clips, more jewels, more Chris
With more success comes more people who dislike me, more guns, more jewelry and more champagne.


Half a hundred grand and some rubber bands
I have $50,000 in cash and some rubber bands.


? off fast in my other hand
I have a lot of money in my other hand.


On the other hand, I'm still pitchin' underhand
Despite having more money, I'm still selling drugs.


All soft balls, all bases covered man
I'm good at selling drugs and have everything under control.


More trucks, more bucks, more freaks, more butts
I have more trucks, money, women and sexual experiences than ever before.


I see the vision, from club vision to ?
I have a clear vision of where I want to be and what I want to achieve.


I get brain, I bust nuts in each states
I receive oral sex and ejaculate in every state.


Soon as I see what I'm lookin' for
As soon as I see what I want in a woman or situation, I act on it.


I sit up in that seat and cut em' off on them 24's, there it goes
I sit in the driver's seat of my car with 24-inch rims, and take off quickly.


Baby girl, come talk with the boss
A woman should come talk to me because I'm successful.


I pop a Jose bottle, you can kick your shoes off
I open a bottle of Jose Cuervo tequila and you can relax in my presence.


Ever seen a fat boy in a big body
Have you ever seen a large, overweight man in an expensive car?


Know you wanna sit by me, all you do is think bout it
You want to sit next to me, it's all you've been thinking about.


Lease apartments to get kicked out it
I signed a lease for an apartment only to get kicked out.


Next day, buy a condo to get a kick out it
The next day, I buy a condo to enjoy myself.


We don't take you for the view, this is what I do
I'm not impressed by appearances, but by what people can do.


When I'm on the beach, all my diamonds are water blue (Ross)
Even when I'm on the beach, I'm still wearing expensive diamond jewelry.


Let's party like the pack jam, Pac Man
Let's party like it's the 1980s and dance like Pac Man.


Fifty grand, stacked in my lap man
I have $50,000 in cash on my lap.


Get a lap dance (and if you get my dick hard)
I'm receiving a lap dance and if you're good, you might turn me on.


This your last chance (to hop up in that big car)
If you want to ride in this expensive car, this is your last chance.


With the Fat Man (certified Hood Star)
I'm a successful gangster and I'm with another successful gangster.


But he a millionaire (look bitch I'm going far)
But my friend is also successful, and I'm going to keep being successful.


This the movement, a few niggas you wanna move with
We are part of a successful movement that people want to be a part of.


Gucci on my feet, see I'm only in that new shit
I'm wearing Gucci shoes and I only wear the latest trends.


Ha, they say life's a bitch
Life is difficult, they say.


But close your eyes for a minute, and just bite this dick, it's Ross
But if you close your eyes and enjoy this, it's still enjoyable and I'm still successful.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: William Roberts, Marcello Valenzano, Andre Lyon

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