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[Intro: Rick Ross]
Boss is my position, I got the ammunition
All the while they
talking this Ambition

[Hook: Rick Ross (Wale)]
In the caravan with some Latin
bitches
Talking caramel with them asses like the strippers
Oye mami, ven aca papi
chulo
Let me knock it out the park, I'm talking Albert Pujols
(Albert Pujols, trial
left two hoes up in my new muh-fucking two door
This shit ain't nothing new though
I'm
tryna knock that out the park, Albert Pujols)

[Vamp]
Schematic, hold the fuck
up nigga
Bring that shit the fuck back
This the big boss Ricky Ross nigga
We
ain't playing no fucking games

[Verse 1: Wale]
Made a million with the pen Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow him
Bitches check on my stats, women
get too attached
Fuck what them niggas saying I hit whoever at bat
Tryna rock it
Atlanta Bravest know I'm awesome
Bet I be like Fenway out in Boston, my green is a monster We don't speak to informants, they just look for a weigher
They just hating on the game,
they just way too Canseco
Gotta thank my crew, my label, everything I do they a o-
K
with, who the fuck gon' say something?
Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass low
Three
strikes put a muh-fucking K up
Double M nigga now we up
Three strikes like a
muh-fucking C.C
You wife ain't shit, we G'd her
Huh, we G'd up, G'd up
Up in my
new two door
Knock it out the park, Albert Pujols

[Hook]

[Verse
2: Fabolous]
Feel like I seen it all, but I can't say so
Be a snitch? No way, Jose
Canseco
Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though
We got stripes in
my city, ain't none of my niggas Yankees though
It's going down in history, the way I valet
two doors
She blew a kiss at me, I told her darling cool-o
Listen b, just give my
stylist Kudos
And my consistency? I call that Albert Pujols
Shouts out to St. Louey,
swag champ I got the belt
Big H if it ain't Louie, cuffing you bitch is not gon' help They asking me what I wear, I think YSL is how it spelt
And I might just let you touch it
if you don't go tell 'em how I felt
Real nigga, that's just how I'm built
From turning
white into cream, powdered milk
To getting rich off a dream, I throw it in a bag
This
the Ambition anthem, I flow ?

[Hook]

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