| Song | Everyday |
| Artist | Rick Ross |
| Album | Dreamchasers 2 |
| I got these niggas hating on me, but | |
| I don’t give a fuck | |
| Because they bitches waiting for me, | |
| I’m just counting all this money | |
| And buying all these hammers | |
| So when these niggas play | |
| I let my shooters go bananas | |
| Diamonds flashing like a camera, my whip sound like a monster | |
| My bitch got on that shit, she got a million dollar sponsor | |
| These niggas getting sicker, somebody call the doctor | |
| Cause all this blood dripping 20 racks | |
| I Louis Vuitton that | |
| I got dolce & gabana, | |
| Gucci, Louie, | |
| PradaFly as hell white socks boy, | |
| I got a lot of…and cabanas, that’s where they’ll prolly find us…sayonara to your honor[Rick Ross] | |
| I spoil them bitches, | |
| I am play them niggas | |
| Wipe my ass with them riches like it’s some toilet tissues | |
| Fuck with the winter, mix in the winter | |
| Feel the death of you millionaire, | |
| Meek be that nigga | |
| You niggas hating, my niggas balling | |
| Popping fans counting dollars, buying them | |
| Magnum bottles | |
| My bitch is patient, your bitch is born | |
| Fucked her that | |
| Friday night, we both wake up on | |
| Sunday morn’[Meek Mill] | |
| Young nigga lot of cash, bad bitch lot of ass | |
| Lamborghini kinda fast, it got his head… | |
| Made me bring them sticks out, | |
| AK with the… | |
| These niggas is kinda nice, which means that they kinda act | |
| I be on all kinds of shit, boy | |
| I get all kinds of cash | |
| Monday I’m wear | |
| Jayz, Tuesday in my | |
| Prada bagWednesday | |
| I go Louis | |
| Vuitton, and say how you’ve been | |
| I say doing hard, | |
| I go hard like 2 | |
| LeBronsI hit the booth, no … | |
| I’m superman, my bitch is super fly | |
| I make her head on wanna kill herself, suicide | |
| A nigga play me, he know it’s do or die | |
| Cause I got a big | |
| Mac, in that bitch we super size | |
| Rolling with our hundred group, boy | |
| I got a hundred juice | |
| Bout to fuck a hundred hoes, all the bitches coming soon | |
| Tell them that | |
| I’m coming now, tell them | |
| I’ma come. | |
| Bought my | |
| Chevy super hot, | |
| I named her … summer juice[Rick Ross] | |
| I spoil them bitches, | |
| I am play them niggas | |
| Wipe my ass with them riches like it’s some toilet tissues | |
| Fuck with the winter, mix in the winter | |
| Feel the death of you millionaire, | |
| Meek be that nigga | |
| You niggas hating, my niggas balling | |
| Popping fans counting dollars, buying them | |
| Magnum bottles | |
| My bitch is patient, your bitch is born | |
| Fucked her that | |
| Friday night, we both wake up on | |
| Sunday morn’[Meek Mill] | |
| We got it … | |
| Rose, … hose, | |
| He said that … | |
| I was like ok | |
| She said give me money, | |
| I was like no way | |
| She got mad and touched my phone and ain’t no work giving in no pay | |
| I’m like be gone bitch, be gone bitch | |
| I pop a …turn on my …switch | |
| Them bitches ain’t on that, nigga cause they on this | |
| You put them on money and | |
| I put them on dick[Rick Ross] | |
| I spoil them bitches, | |
| I am play them niggas | |
| Wipe my ass with them riches like it’s some toilet tissues | |
| Fuck with the winter, mix in the winter | |
| Feel the death of you millionaire, | |
| Meek be that nigga | |
| You niggas hating, my niggas balling | |
| Popping fans counting dollars, buying them | |
| Magnum bottles | |
| My bitch is patient, your bitch is born | |
| Fucked her that | |
| Friday night, we both wake up on | |
| Sunday morn’ |
| I got these niggas hating on me, but | |
| I don' t give a fuck | |
| Because they bitches waiting for me, | |
| I' m just counting all this money | |
| And buying all these hammers | |
| So when these niggas play | |
| I let my shooters go bananas | |
| Diamonds flashing like a camera, my whip sound like a monster | |
| My bitch got on that shit, she got a million dollar sponsor | |
| These niggas getting sicker, somebody call the doctor | |
| Cause all this blood dripping 20 racks | |
| I Louis Vuitton that | |
| I got dolce gabana, | |
| Gucci, Louie, | |
| PradaFly as hell white socks boy, | |
| I got a lot of and cabanas, that' s where they' ll prolly find us sayonara to your honor Rick Ross | |
| I spoil them bitches, | |
| I am play them niggas | |
| Wipe my ass with them riches like it' s some toilet tissues | |
| Fuck with the winter, mix in the winter | |
| Feel the death of you millionaire, | |
| Meek be that nigga | |
| You niggas hating, my niggas balling | |
| Popping fans counting dollars, buying them | |
| Magnum bottles | |
| My bitch is patient, your bitch is born | |
| Fucked her that | |
| Friday night, we both wake up on | |
| Sunday morn' Meek Mill | |
| Young nigga lot of cash, bad bitch lot of ass | |
| Lamborghini kinda fast, it got his head | |
| Made me bring them sticks out, | |
| AK with the | |
| These niggas is kinda nice, which means that they kinda act | |
| I be on all kinds of shit, boy | |
| I get all kinds of cash | |
| Monday I' m wear | |
| Jayz, Tuesday in my | |
| Prada bagWednesday | |
| I go Louis | |
| Vuitton, and say how you' ve been | |
| I say doing hard, | |
| I go hard like 2 | |
| LeBronsI hit the booth, no | |
| I' m superman, my bitch is super fly | |
| I make her head on wanna kill herself, suicide | |
| A nigga play me, he know it' s do or die | |
| Cause I got a big | |
| Mac, in that bitch we super size | |
| Rolling with our hundred group, boy | |
| I got a hundred juice | |
| Bout to fuck a hundred hoes, all the bitches coming soon | |
| Tell them that | |
| I' m coming now, tell them | |
| I' ma come. | |
| Bought my | |
| Chevy super hot, | |
| I named her summer juice Rick Ross | |
| I spoil them bitches, | |
| I am play them niggas | |
| Wipe my ass with them riches like it' s some toilet tissues | |
| Fuck with the winter, mix in the winter | |
| Feel the death of you millionaire, | |
| Meek be that nigga | |
| You niggas hating, my niggas balling | |
| Popping fans counting dollars, buying them | |
| Magnum bottles | |
| My bitch is patient, your bitch is born | |
| Fucked her that | |
| Friday night, we both wake up on | |
| Sunday morn' Meek Mill | |
| We got it | |
| Rose, hose, | |
| He said that | |
| I was like ok | |
| She said give me money, | |
| I was like no way | |
| She got mad and touched my phone and ain' t no work giving in no pay | |
| I' m like be gone bitch, be gone bitch | |
| I pop a turn on my switch | |
| Them bitches ain' t on that, nigga cause they on this | |
| You put them on money and | |
| I put them on dick Rick Ross | |
| I spoil them bitches, | |
| I am play them niggas | |
| Wipe my ass with them riches like it' s some toilet tissues | |
| Fuck with the winter, mix in the winter | |
| Feel the death of you millionaire, | |
| Meek be that nigga | |
| You niggas hating, my niggas balling | |
| Popping fans counting dollars, buying them | |
| Magnum bottles | |
| My bitch is patient, your bitch is born | |
| Fucked her that | |
| Friday night, we both wake up on | |
| Sunday morn' |