Rick Ross – Season Ticket Holder Lyrics
Season Ticket Holder By Rick Ross Hey, UD What’s good, my boy? Mr. 305, Wade County Yessuh, 16 years later We don’ made history Three rings on our fingers Pockets gettin’ fatter (Uh) N----, we gettin’ greater I’m the son of a saint (Mm) Still considered a sinner (Ha) Three rings on his finger (What?) Yeah, that boy was a winner (Winner) Never known as a singer But this might be a single (Facts) Always bet on your homies Then go buy the casino (Ballin’) Ball is my passion Check my stats if they askin’ (Uh) Shorty checkin’ my page (She what?) She follow my fashion (I’m clean) My life is a film and Gab’s the lead (My First Lady) She’s so precious to me That’s the air that I breathe (Time to go) Time to fuel up the jet (Where we goin’?) D. Wade jersey the drip (Yup) Lamborghinis to match (Whoo) Count through G’s on the strip (We out) These haters beneath us (Uh-huh) As I’m lacin’ my sneakers (You D. Wade?) Season 16 (Yeah) Lamborghinis and Neiman’s I’m sho