Lyrical Breakdown of Act a Fool (feat. Wale) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Rick Ross feat. Wale weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Act a Fool (feat. Wale)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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It's a beautiful day to get some money And every day is another opportunity to touch some paper So I pray you wanna see a young nigga shine If not nigga, put ya head in a hole, or I'ma put a hole in ya head Ya heard me Tell me right now nigga whatchu wanna do 20 billboards in the city, who the fuck is you I look a lil' familiar, don't I Ha, ha, ha, ha, look at y'all, look at it, look at it, nigga Maybach Music Tell me right now nigga whatchu wanna do 20 billboards in the city, who the fuck is you I DM all of your bitches when I'm in the mood Quick to blow a hunnid keys, yeah that boy a fool Yeah that boy a fool Yeah that boy a fool Yeah that boy a fool Oh God, yeah that boy a fool Ass on all my bitches, so I squeeze 'em in the coupe Fascinated with the fortune and it came true I may pass you in the Porsche, and with the brains blue Got your bitch so wet, I'm steppin' out in rainboots Thought it was Obama, way I came through I'm talkin' different commas from them lame dudes I'm printin' paper, boy, I even wrote a book I got ten million cash, what, you wanna look? I got a half a kilo in my Monte Carlo And if I pull that 'nina, boy you got a problem Richest nigga down in Florida, like I hit the lotto It's amazin' what could happen with a couple dollars They wasn't fuckin' with me when I went to school Goddamn, what that nigga do He got a Rolex and you know it's new Evander Holyfield and Lennox Lewis Tell me right now nigga whatchu wanna do 20 billboards in the city, who the fuck is you I DM all of your bitches when I'm in the mood Quick to blow a hunnid keys, yeah that boy a fool Yeah that boy a fool Yeah that boy a fool Yeah that boy a fool Oh God, yeah that boy a fool Ten stacks on the stage 'cause a whirlwind Take a couple stacks and give that to your girlfriend Love to see pretty bitches kissin' on pretty bitches Number one in my book is all the realest bitches Real niggas gettin' money, and she keep it square If she were a hunnid, then I keep it there I got a Lamborghini, now I need the shoes Took 'em on the high speed, so I made the news Big bank boys, tryna act a fool Big bank, you gotta help me count it too Half a ticket, boy, I spend it in the Lex Seven figures, nigga, got it on his neck I get exclusive Nikes with the light-up checks Still scared to get indicted for the white investments Rich nigga, bitch, I got it tatted on me I'm married to this shit, I get my alimony Tell me right now nigga whatchu wanna do 20 billboards in the city, who the fuck is you I DM all of your bitches when I'm in the mood Quick to blow a hunnid keys, yeah that boy a fool Yeah that boy a fool Yeah that boy a fool Yeah that boy a fool (Folarin in this bitch) Oh God, yeah that boy a fool Yeah Folarin in this bitch, your bitch is glad to see it I like my women built like they could win 100 meters I'm not that nigga that you niggas finna suck your teeth at You see this watch, you raise your eyes, it's rock my Avia How did I get here? Who the fuck is you? Niggas on their high horse, cool, I'm investin' in glue We can rumble or settle it cool Ross told me homie is chess, then he made checkers the move Yeah, hunnid SBs That's twenty-something on me Trust they not stuntin' on me Some of y'all just finally catchin' up Guess my old seminar free 'Cause all my old shit, from like '06, is on everybody feet And now they walkin' like I talkin' Y'all just go pay homage Least before like March I had them Cactus Plant Flea Markets And I just called up Travis For the cactuses you coppin' Pink laces on my Jordans, or pink boxes on my condoms And my closet, boy Tell me right now nigga whatchu wanna do 20 billboards in the city, who the fuck is you I DM all of your bitches when I'm in the mood Quick to blow a hunnid keys, yeah that boy a fool Yeah that boy a fool Yeah that boy a fool Yeah that boy a fool Oh God, yeah that boy a fool M-M- Lord have mercy M-M–M- For these pussy niggas on the Sabbath M-M-M-M-M-M- Huh