Wale - Tats On My Arm Feat. Rick Ross

Lyrics to Tats on My Arm Feat. Rick Ross by Wale

[Rick Ross] Ambition is a way of life, it’s a mind set, ya followin’? (M-M-M-M-Maybach Music) [Rick Ross - Hook] Tats all on my arm Bitch all up on my mind I got stacks all up in my charm My gold Rollie tell time It’s my ambition (it’s my ambition) I’m just so gifted (look where that shit gets ya) Tats all on my arm Yo bitch all on my mind And I got stacks on all my charms My gold Rollie tell time It’s my ambition (it’s my ambition) I’m just so gifted (look where that shit gets ya) [Wale] Okay, tats all on my arm These dreads all in my eyes I put these poems all in these songs For the paper I’ma grind, it’s my ambition (it’s my ambition) It’s my ambition (it’s my ambition) It’s my ambition (it’s my ambition) Okay, tats all on my arm These dreads all in my eyes I put these poems all in these songs All I know is this grind, it’s my ambition (it’s my ambition) It’s my ambition (it’s my ambition) [Wale - Verse 1] I ain't with the talking, see I’m just tryna focus 'Cause the loudest nigga in the room is usually the brokest Tryna stay clear of my foes, and these shape shiftin’ Ya’ll can’t stick to no G-Code, see them snakes showing you more Get my taste from all of my My mates calling me gifted, February cold as my heart That's why your date is probably missing Late for love and be trippin’ Man it takes cigar and start fillin’ I got a green bag with the blue strands I smoke the Margerie Simpson Got a broken heart that needs fixin’ And I don’t rely on no And I don’t reply to most BBM’s So when you see an don’t be trippin’ MMG obviously winnin’, niggas talk much harder, we livin’ And I swear to lord I’ve been down to Earth More times than not I be lifted [Hook] [Wale - Verse 2] I ain't with the rappin’, see I’m just tryna focus 'Cause the loudest nigga in the room is usually the brokest Tats all on my arm, these suckers say I’m that bomb 3 J’s took me this high, 6 O’s paid for my car 3 M’s on my New Balance, I’m here to shine when I’m tracking What you doing Ross, drop a hundred thousand and you know you ‘posed to be stacking I should Michael Jordan these rappers, man I’m twice as cold as these rappers Ha ha, hold up, let me wipe a dose with these rappers And I like the hoes to need passion, And I like my girls with ambition You see money talking these days and you thought the shorty wasn’t listening You ain't dreaming dog you ain't living Even when I sleep I got vision Even when ya deep, yeah still I sweep I don’t fiend for beef I eat [Hook]