William Leonard Roberts II (born January 28, 1976), better known by his sta… Read Full Bio ↴William Leonard Roberts II (born January 28, 1976), better known by his stage name Rick Ross, is an American rapper. He derived his stage name from the drug trafficker "Freeway" Ricky Ross. Ross founded the record label Maybach Music Group, on which he released his studio albums Deeper Than Rap ,Teflon Don, God Forgives, I Don't, Mastermind, Hood Billionaire, Black Market, Rather You Than Me, and most recently Port of Miami 2.

William Leonard Roberts II was born in Coahoma County, Mississippi and raised in Carol City, Florida, near Miami After graduating from Carol City Senior High School, he later attended the historically black college Albany State University in Albany, Georgia.

After being signed to Suave House Records, former label for rap duo 8Ball & MJG, he eventually signed a deal with Slip-n-Slide Records, which has been under the Def Jam umbrella since 2006. While signed to Slip-n-Slide, Ross toured with fellow rapper Trick Daddy and made guest performances on other Slip-n-Slide rap albums

His debut album Port of Miami was released in August 2006 and debuted at the top spot on the Billboard 200 album chart, with sales at 187,000 units after its first week

In March 2008, his second album Trilla was released and, as its predecessor Port of Miami had, debuted at the top of the Billboard 200.[8] Its lead single "Speedin'" featuring R. Kelly peaked at #121 on the Billboard Hot 100; the next one, "The Boss" featuring T-Pain peaked at #17 on the Hot 100. The third single "Here I Am" featured Nelly and Avery Storm

Deeper Than Rap is the third studio album by American rapper Rick Ross, released April 21, 2009 on his label Maybach Music Group and Slip-n-Slide Records, with distribution from Def Jam Recordings. The album debuted at number one on the U.S. Billboard 200 chart, selling 158,000 copies its first week. Singles from the album were: Mafia Music, Maybach Music II, Magnificent, & All I Really Want.

Teflon Don is the fourth studio album by American rapper Rick Ross, released July 20, 2010 on Maybach Music Group and Def Jam Recordings. Production for the album took place during 2009 to 2010 and was handled by several record producers, including Clark Kent, No I.D., The Olympicks, J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League, Lex Luger, Danja, The Inkredibles, The Remedy, and Kanye West

The album debuted at number two on the US Billboard 200 chart, selling 176,300 copies in its first week. It attained some international charting and produced three singles with moderate Billboard chart success. Upon its release, Teflon Don received generally positive reviews from most music critics, earning praise for its cinematic production and Ross's lyrical persona.

Ross has signed Pill, Meek Mill, & Wale to his label Maybach Music Group. In 2010 Rick Ross made an offer to rapper Wiz Khalifa to sign to Maybach Music Group but he decided to sign with Atlantic instead.

Street Money
Rick Ross Lyrics

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Yeah, good looking E-Class, I needed that, nigga
What? Trilla, realer to fuck niggas

You know me, I walked up in the spot, the baby's be goin' crazy
While niggas bet he dippin', you know they got that
That street money, that street, that street money
That street money, that street, that street money

You know me, I stay up on my grind, like working that 9 to 5
Plus hitting that 95, I'm out to get that
That street money, that street, that street money
That street money, that street, that street money

I started flat broke, now I'm poppin' rubber bands
I know I'm the shit, I done ate a ton of spam
If the club poppin', Ima burn a hundred grams
Check the parking lot pimpin', whip cost a hundred grand

I'm in love with shades, I got a thousand pairs
So that's free game for all you thousand airs
It's funny sour D's will smell sweet
All these niggas think they sell them on Canal Street

I'm sittin' twelve feet, fuck, can you tell me
I let the 12's beat, 'Nightmare on Elm Street'
So don't fall asleep 'cause my life a dream
And they ain't gotta speak, they know I'm spittin' cheese

You know me, I walked up in the spot, the baby's be goin' crazy
While niggas bet he dippin', you know they got that
That street money, that street, that street money
That street money, that street, that street money

You know me, I stay up on my grind, like working that 9 to 5
Plus hitting that 95, I'm out to get that
That street money, that street, that street money
That street money, that street, that street money

We got them bottles poppin' soundin' like they gun shots
Got the models balkin', did it all with one watch
I hit a lot markets, start 'em off with one block
People love the product, so my people come to shop

My uncle, 65, he still sellin' dope
He claim he petrified, the field goin' broke
It's them Caddy Seville's, went from acid to pills
To elaborate deals if you want status you kill

'Cause they have it for real when I step in the spot
Treat the club like the charts, I go straight to the top
They cost a stack, so don't step on the shoes
And ya know I'm strapped, I'ma play by the rules

You know me, I walked up in the spot, the baby's be goin' crazy
While niggas bet he dippin', you know they got that
That street money, that street, that street money
That street money, that street, that street money

You know me, I stay up on my grind, like working that 9 to 5
Plus hitting that 95, I'm out to get that
That street money, that street, that street money
That street money, that street, that street money

Take the good with the bad, in the club blowin' your last
Ballin' like I violated, bottles keep me hydrated
Party up in skyscrapers, parachute to prevail
Pistol like a paratrooper, tell 'em take it easy

Bitch is bad as can be, this her fantasy
Left her panties at home standin' there thick as can be
Are I see K are O S S, standin' there dressed fresh
Gettin' pussy, hell yes, Ross, Ross

You know me, I walked up in the spot, the baby's be goin' crazy
While niggas bet he dippin', you know they got that
That street money, that street, that street money
That street money, that street, that street money

You know me, I stay up on my grind, like working that 9 to 5
Plus hitting that 95, I'm out to get that

That street money, that street, that street money
That street money, that street, that street money

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Rick Ross feat. Flo Rida's song "Street Money" focus on the rapper's experience with making money in the streets. Ross references the material wealth that has come as a result of his hustle, mentioning cars, jewelry, and designer clothing. He also alludes to the illegal and dangerous nature of his lifestyle, mentioning drug deals, violence, and the need to carry a gun. However, Ross maintains that he is doing what he needs to do to provide for himself and his family, and he is determined to keep grinding until he reaches the top.

The song's chorus talks about the importance of "street money," or money earned through illegal means, in the lives of those involved in the rap industry. It suggests that while there may be legitimate ways to make money, the allure of quick and easy profits is too strong for many to resist. By referring to street money as a means to power and influence, the song also draws attention to the ways in which economic disadvantage and lack of opportunity can drive individuals into criminal activity.

Overall, "Street Money" paints a complex picture of the rap world and the motivations behind the pursuit of success in this industry. While it acknowledges the dangers and moral ambiguities of the lifestyle, it also celebrates the wealth and power that can come as a result of hard work and determination.

Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, good looking E-Class, I needed that, nigga
I just got a nice car and it was a good addition to my collection of luxury items.

Trilla, realer to fuck niggas
I am impressive and can intimidate those who doubt me.

You know me, I walked up in the spot, the baby's be goin' crazy While niggas bet he dippin', you know they got that That street money, that street, that street money That street money, that street, that street money
When I enter a room, everyone knows who I am and people are envious of my wealth which comes from illegal sources.

I started flat broke, now I'm poppin' rubber bands I know I'm the shit, I done ate a ton of spam If the club poppin', Ima burn a hundred grams Check the parking lot pimpin', whip cost a hundred grand
I came from nothing but now I'm rich with a lot of cash to throw around. I indulged in cheap food in the past but now I spend money lavishly in clubs and even have expensive cars.

I'm in love with shades, I got a thousand pairs So that's free game for all you thousand airs It's funny sour D's will smell sweet All these niggas think they sell them on Canal Street
I own a lot of sunglasses and am willing to give some away to people who have some money but not as much as me. Some people claim to sell expensive drugs but they are actually selling fake products on the street.

I'm sittin' twelve feet, fuck, can you tell me I let the 12's beat, 'Nightmare on Elm Street' So don't fall asleep 'cause my life a dream And they ain't gotta speak, they know I'm spittin' cheese
I am in a position of power and people fear me. I have a great life and make a lot of money, and no one needs to tell me that. People already know how much money I make and how successful I am.

We got them bottles poppin' soundin' like they gun shots Got the models balkin', did it all with one watch I hit a lot markets, start 'em off with one block People love the product, so my people come to shop
We celebrate by popping bottles which sound like gunshots. We attract beautiful women and made a lot of money with just one investment. We created a business empire and developed our own customer base.

My uncle, 65, he still sellin' dope He claim he petrified, the field goin' broke It's them Caddy Seville's, went from acid to pills To elaborate deals if you want status you kill
My uncle still deals drugs at an old age and is scared about what will happen to his business. We used to sell cheap drugs but have moved up to more expensive ones. We only do business with the most elite customers.

'Cause they have it for real when I step in the spot Treat the club like the charts, I go straight to the top They cost a stack, so don't step on the shoes And ya know I'm strapped, I'ma play by the rules
People know that I have real money and influence when I walk into a club. I am powerful enough to control the club and make everyone do what I say. My shoes are expensive so don't mess them up and I carry a weapon and follow the rules to avoid any trouble.

Take the good with the bad, in the club blowin' your last Ballin' like I violated, bottles keep me hydrated Party up in skyscrapers, parachute to prevail Pistol like a paratrooper, tell 'em take it easy
You need to be able to handle the ups and downs of a luxurious lifestyle, sometimes spending all your money at once. I am living my life to the fullest and consider myself invincible. I party in the most expensive buildings and am always prepared with a weapon.

Bitch is bad as can be, this her fantasy Left her panties at home standin' there thick as can be Are I see K are O S S, standin' there dressed fresh Gettin' pussy, hell yes, Ross, Ross
Beautiful women are attracted to the life of luxury that I can offer. Women throw themselves at me and leave their undergarments at my place. I am always dressed nicely and have my pick of women.

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: WILLIAM ROBERTS, TRAMAR DILLARD, JEAN MAX BORGES

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