Albert Pujols - Wale/Ross/Fabolous

Written by：Wale

Ale oale

Boss is my position

I got the ammunition

All Wale talkin is Ambition

Rick Ross

In the caravan of some Latin b tches

Talking caramel with them asses

Like them strippers

Oye mami ven aca come here for papi chulo

Let me knock it out the park

I'm talking Albert Pujols

Wale

Albert Pujols trial left two hoes

Up in my new mothef**king two door

This sh*t ain't nothing new though

I'm tryna knock that out the park

Albert Pujols

Made a million with the pen

Make my women follow dreams

P**sy poppin follow head

B**ches check on my stats

Women get too attached

F**k what them niggas saying

I hit whoever at bat

Tryna rock it Atlanta Bravest know that

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 way out

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 f**k gon' say something

Sh*t grand like a mothef**king base load

Three strikes put a mothef**king K up

Double M n**ga now we up

Three strikes like a mothef**king C C

You wife ain't sh*t we G'd her

Huh we G'd up G'd up

We G'd up G'd up

G'd up G'd up

G'd up G'd up

Up in my new two door two door

Out the park gon Albert Pujols

Rick ross

In the caravan of some Latin b tches

Talking caramel with them asses

Like them strippers

Oye mami ven aca come here for papi chulo

Let me knock it out the park

I'm talking Albert Pujols

Albert Pujols trial left two hoes

Up in my new motherf**king two door

This sh*t ain't nothing new though

I'm tryna knock that out the park

Albert Pujols

Feel like I seen it all but I can't say so

Be a snitch no way Jose Canseco

Face down a** up ain't none

Of my b**ches 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 dale culo

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 b**ch is not gon' help

They asking me what I wear

I think YSL is how it's spell

And I might just let you touch

It if you don't go tell 'em how It felt

Real n**ga 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 float it to a flat

Rick Ross

In the caravan of some Latin b tches

Talking caramel with them asses

Like them strippers

Oye mami ven aca come here for papi chulo

Let me knock it out the park

I'm talking Albert Pujols

Albert Pujols trial left two hoes

Up in my new mothef**king two door

This sh*t ain't nothing new though

I'm tryna knock that out the park

Albert Pujols