Murs - Who's The Boss lyrics

[Intro] [Murs talking]: So yeah man. Aye, the homies hit me up like my phone started blowin' up man, it was like..."Aye Murs you on the new Rick Ross." I'm at the barbershop. I'm like, "I'm on the new Rick Ross?! How the f** that happen? Thank you Ricky. I appreciate it buddy. Dinner on me next time I'm in Miami. Murs For President! Mid-City [Verse]: Now I don't know Ross but I know I'm the boss Of comic books, skateboards and panties gettin' tossed On stage while you dudes engage In Internet beefs tryin' to make the front page But I'm the biggest boss that you seen on Worldstar Up on Lip Service, f**in' with them p**n stars You say I'm out my mind, I let her sit on my face But n***a, you the crazy one if you don't wanna taste Haha I'm not a dread I'm not Jamaican I'm not a h*mophob and I ain't Clay Aiken Some n***as faker than a three dollar bill I don't g**n I don't care who's real Nothin' but backpacks and bras at my shows You tryin' to get shot I'm just tryin' to get chose Nobody in the front row throwin' up signs And motherf** Manny if he don't resign This the Dodgers fool, it's L.A. n***a Why y'all g**nin' like some L.A. n***as? But, do your thang homie It's just strange to me Celebratin' d**h, that's just so lame to me Get your money Curtis Get your money Rick I love it when a black man ain't gotta flip bricks I'm tryin' to stack chips so I can change the world Yeah, but on the way f** a couple famous girls Haha, Raven Symone homie, that's where the money's at Soon as Miley turns 18 I'm gettin' some of that Hanna Montana doe n***as can't stand the flow They girlfriends love me, I'm the new D'Angelo Post your comments I really don't care What type of n***a comment on another n***a's hair? I'm doin' fine homie The ladies love me I give a f** if a man say it's ugly You gay hairdressers can't take nothin' from me Ha, on MTV for straight weeks It's time for the president of hip hop speech Of acceptance Put down the weapons It's love for everybody representin' they sections They tryin' to hip hop lose another life You livin' for the doe but you dyin' for what you write I'm the opposite, I'm the black Dana White I'mma make this money and let y'all n***as fight I'm tight