[Intro: Rick Ross] Ambition is a way of life It's a mindset Follow me
[Hook: Rick Ross & Wale] Tats all on my arm, bitch all on my mind I got stacks all in my charm My gold Rollie tell time It's my ambition, nigga It's my ambition, nigga I'm just so gifted Look where that shit get ya
Okay, tats all on my arm, these dreads all in my eyes I put these poems all in these songs For that paper, I'mma grind That's my ambition, nigga That's my ambition, nigga That's my ambition, nigga It's my ambition
[Verse 1: Wale] I ain't with the talking See, I'm just trying to focus Cause the loudest nigga in the room is usually the brokest Tryna stay clear of my foes And these shape-shifting hoes Y'all can't stick to no G code See them snakes show when you mow Get my taste from all of my bitches My mates calling me gifted February cold as my heart That's why your date is probably missin' 'Le Folarin be trippin' Man I take cigars, start fillin' I got a green bag with them blue strands Man I smoke that Marjorie Simpson Got a broken heart that needs fixin' And I don't rely on no bitches And I don't reply to most BBMs So when you see an \"R\", don't be trippin! MMG obviously winning Nigga talk, but shorty we live it And I swear, my Lord, I been down to earth But most times I'm not, I be lifted
[Hook: Rick Ross & Wale] Tats all on my arm, bitch all on my mind I got stacks all in my charm My gold Rollie tell time It's my ambition, nigga It's my ambition, nigga I'm just so gifted Look where that shit get ya Okay, tats all on my arm, these dreads all in my eyes I put these poems all in these songs For that paper, I'mma grind That's my ambition, nigga That's my ambition, nigga That's my ambition, nigga It's my ambition
[Verse 2: Wale] I ain't with the rappin' I'm just trying to focus Cause the loudest nigga in the room is usually the brokest Tats all on my arm, these hoes say I'm that bomb Three J's took me this high 6 O's pay for my car 3M's on my New Balance I'm here to shine when I'm tracking What you doing when Ross drop a hundred thousand And you know you supposed to be stacking! I should Michael Jordan these rappers Man I'm twice as cold as these rappers (Haha, hold up) Let me wipe my nose with these rappers And I like the hoes that need passion And I like my girls with ambition See money talk and these days You thought that shorty wasn't listening? You ain't dreaming dog, you ain't living Even when I'm sleep, I got vision Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet I don't fiend for beef: I eat bitches
[Hook: Rick Ross & Wale] Tats all on my arm, bitch all on my mind I got stacks all in my charm My gold Rollie tell time It's my ambition, nigga It's my ambition, nigga I'm just so gifted Look where that shit get ya Okay, tats all on my arm, these dreads all in my eyes I put these poems all in these songs For that paper, I'mma grind That's my ambition, nigga That's my ambition, nigga That's my ambition, nigga It's my ambition