Black Mans Dream Ft Ludacris - Rick Ross/Ludacris

Lyrics by：Rick Ross

Composed by：Rick Ross

Yo

Laura

Raus

Time is running out n***a

Let's go

See I'm black man chillin with my black man stride

See batman cruisin' in my black man ride

Making white man money

Supplying all the fiends yeah

I guess you say I'm living out the black mans dream

See I'm black man chillin with my black man stride

See batman cruisin' in my black man ride

Making white man money

Supplying all the fiends yeah

I guess you say I'm living out the black mans dream

Punish all these n***as

F**king all these b***hes

Buying every diamonds

Every weapon in existance

Terminator x I'm a public enemy

Born in the ghetto Ferrari born in Italy

Head of a family like a Don Sicily

Sex money murder I'm investing all my energy

Billionaire eventually hustler of the century

Source Cover man of the year envy me

One for the money two for the hoes

Got 3 bricks headed straight for your nose

Smile for your camera while your whole face froze

Stack up all them bodies I'mma whole case load

Middle of December

I will melt your f**king snow

While my price is high

I will get you dealt with for the low

Black man's world white man drugs

No discrimination for my Mexican bloods

See I'm black man chillin with my black man stride

See batman cruisin' in my black man ride

Making white man money

Supplying all the fiends yeah

I guess you say I'm living out the black mans dream

See I'm black man chillin with my black man stride

See batman cruisin' in my black man ride

Making white man money

Supplying all the fiends yeah

I guess you say I'm living out the black mans dream

Check me out it go one for the money

Two for the hoes

Three to put that sticky green scent up to my nose

N***a roll it with precision

And f**k an intervention

I'm the boss muthaf**ker

Don't need nobody permission

You can catch me all up in new additions like Michael Pippens

Girl face upon my lap

That's a head on collision

We find out who been snitching these n***as come up missing

Yeah the chopper see right

Through it got x-ray vision

Now my culinary arts

Hustlers cooking in the kitchen

Get your money than get out

You better make the right decision

Or you might be clanking metal

Maybe swimming with the fishes

But I guess it's do or die for these black man riches

So I bought myself a Rover

And a Bemmer for the Mrs

Chrome lips all on the whip

And yeah that b***h be blowing kisses

Now some n***as may not like me 'cause

I never flip the bird

But these n***as gon respect me

Mark my muthaf**king words

See I'm black man chillin with my black man stride

See batman cruisin' in my black man ride

Making white man money

Supplying all the fiends yeah

I guess you say I'm living out the black mans dream

See I'm black man chillin with my black man stride

See batman cruisin' in my black man ride

Making white man money

Supplying all the fiends yeah

I guess you say I'm living out the black mans dream