Rick Ross, Meek Mill & Vory – Grandiose Lyrics

Grandiose

Rick Ross, Meek Mill & Vory

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"Grandiose." - Rick Ross, Meek Mill & Vory

Wednesday, 16 September 2026, 02:57 am

Album: Too Good To Be True

Track No: 08

Hey!

Ay, two bad bitches in the club tryna go up, just wanna go both ways
Ay, I gave lil' mama a dub, afraid that you know her, I will not say no names
Know that she came with y'all, she leavin' with us, and nigga, that's okay
Okay, okay, okay
Nigga, that's okay

She know, and it's fat, okay, she makin' it clap
I get to that paper, I'm spendin', I'm savin', as soon as I wake up, I'm makin' it back
She wanna fuck with me bad, I'm knowin' it
I'm tryna make her relax
Pull out that foreign you around me, it's over with
Give a fuck if you makin' it snap

Walk right in the club, go straight to the back
Gave shorty a dub, and they made her attack
One time, I fucked her, I told her I love her, I woke up and text her, "I'm takin' it back"
Jheeze, I keep bad bitches on they knees
They goin' savage if I say, "Please"
None of my bitches is average, they tee'd
I'm gettin' yucked up in the back of the V

Mixed with the 12, spittin' out fire and givin' them hell
These niggas be hatin', my wrist is on water
Shit, I'm just surprised they ain't wishin' me well
I had put a lil' Patek on shorty 'cause when I did time, she was sendin' me mail

Ay, two bad bitches in the club tryna go up, just wanna go both ways
Ay, I gave lil' mama a dub, afraid that you know her, I will not say no names
Know that she came with y'all, she leavin' with us, and nigga, that's okay

Bal Harbour with my drop top, laughin' niggas like, "Haha"
Rich nigga don't walk fast, we courtside, few high-fives
Bad bitch, low income, I fix that, and then some
My young boy be (21)
Got a big stick, might limp somethin', bad bitch be dumbfound
Her friends wanna come around, black bottles, that's one round
In the night with gun sounds, grandiose my repertoire

Car show, I set the bar, sidestep that fed charge
Free Slime, all red cars, grandiose, I define
Money pile be knee-high
Unannounced, we pop up, count six mill like three time
Unannounced, we pop up, count six mill like three time
Money pile be knee-high, money pile be knee-high

Ay, two bad bitches in the club tryna go up, just wanna go both ways
Ay, I gave lil' mama a dub, afraid that you know her, I will not say no names
Know that she came with y'all, she leavin' with us, and nigga, that's okay
Nigga, that's okay

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Writer(s): Dov Seltzer - דוב סלצר, Meek Mill, Rick Ross, Vory.

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