Rick Ross – City Lights (feat. THE-DREAM) Lyrics

City Lights

Rick Ross (feat. THE-DREAM)

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"City Lights." - Rick Ross (feat. THE-DREAM)

Wednesday, 16 September 2026, 05:09 am

Album: Set In Stone

Track No: 12

Rock that shit, don't stop, don't stop
Rock that shit, don't stop, stop, stop, stop (Maybach Music)
(Killer) take a deep breath of that alkaline air
Rozay (radio killer)

Uh, blood stains on my Nike airs
Are they really tear drops from my nightmares?
If I let her move on, that was my choice
Two jets, big guns, we the JACKBOYS
Unfollow me unless you wanna speak business
Grey Phantom, orange Hermes seats in it
Two seater with three freaks in it
Whole top floor, three suites in it

Get her what she want, I let her keep spendin'
Order me the branzino with the sweet spinach
Fell in love, and I'm talkin' deep in it
It's real shit, bruh, and I mean G business
Back to the real, yes, my reality
With my east coast chick rolling Cali weed
Red blood stains on my Nike airs
I can crip walk to the bank from right here

You and me (I love to see it)
Rolling deep (I love to see it)
Us in a triple wide Rolls dipped in cocaine
Like I got the whole shit bleached (I love to see it)
You wanna fuck all night (I love to see it)
You wanna sleep all day (I love to see it)
Keep doin' that shit, you ain't gotta say shit
Just send it my way (I love to see it)

Rock that shit, don't stop, don't stop
Unload that clip 'til it la, la, la, la
Rock that shit, don't stop, don't stop
I wanna feel your love, make it pop, pop, pop, pop

Another classic for the critics, all the criticize
Been the biggest, all the bitches know they been advised
Spend a million on a pendant, double M inside
I'm at the dentist, bigger diamonds for you little guys
Sellin' dope, I'm at the trap, it's like a franchise
Blacked out Rolls-Royce, we the vampires
Bad bitch, 50 bands, tell your man "Bye"
City lights shinin' bright, and I'm so damn high

Now I'ma spend this money on you
Just hold a nigga down if it goes bad
You know I hate waiting' on you
But every time I see you, shit, you're so bad
Your eyes, your lips, your hips
These hands, these jewels, these whips
Thinking of you got me thinking
Maybe we can start a relationship

You and me (I love to see it)
Rolling deep (I love to see it)
Us in a triple wide Rolls dipped in cocaine
Like I got the whole shit bleached (I love to see it)
You wanna fuck all night (I love to see it)
You wanna sleep all day (I love to see it)
Keep doin' that shit, you ain't gotta say shit
Just send it my way (I love to see it)

Rock that shit, don't stop, don't stop
Unload that clip 'til it la, la, la, la
Rock that shit, don't stop, don't stop
I wanna feel your love, make it pop, pop, pop, pop

Oh, baby
It's three in the morning
Now it's past six, so all up in your shit
Girl, I need your lovin'
A nigga need you
Baby
You know a nigga need you
You know a nigga need you

Writer(s): AOB Beats, Dr. Zeuz, Dyryk, Eddie “eMIX” Hernández, Rick Ross, The-Dream.

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