Rick Ross - I'm A Boss Remix lyrics

Published

0 153 0

Rick Ross - I'm A Boss Remix lyrics

[DJ Khaled] REMIX! IT'S THE I'm A BOSS REMIX MEEK MILLY LET'S GO! [T.I.] I'm ride or die, I'm ridin' by, holla Westside Right inside of my Bimmer 760I, try me let off sixty shots Again we got the city hidin', poppin' like it ‘posed to be Hoes who not ménaging got no business standin' close to me So cold, I'm ferocious G, n***as ain't as dope as me Mind your f**in' business, watch your mouth when you approachin' me I f** with hoes who f** with hoes, do pills and powder socially I like em, I ain't love ‘em though, cold heart emotionally Captain where the ocean is, ridin in a ghost again Slap you with a lot of spit until she swallow all of it Call the shots, run the sh**, on some big money sh** Serious 'bout my hustle all these cowards on that funny sh** Rappin' 'bout a bunch of sh** And you ain't even done it yet You the one they gunnin' at How I'm ‘posed to honor that You all talk dawg, flaw and I ain't havin' none of that I'm big boss dawg floss all day, run it back [Refrain: Meek Mill] b**h, I'm a boss, b**h, I'm a boss! I'ma boss, I'mma boss I play the shots I call the calls We in this b**h' It's goin' down Yeah, I'm the king Now where my muf**in' crown? [Swiss Beatz] I'ma boss, she a boss We don't care what it cost You just buy that motherf**er and you throw that motherf**er on You keep poppin' them tags We just throw it in bags And then we hit the f**ing block, we be droppin' them rags [Meek Mill] Started with a dollar, turn it to an M Used to ride Impala, turn it to a Benz n***as used hate me, turn into my friends You should see how people treat you when that money coming in Bad b**hes callin' cause I'm ballin' And these n***as hatin' on me cause they starvin' And I'm parkin' Aston Martins where they walkin' These n***as ain't important They informants really talkin' when the people get to honkin' I'm a boss really, Nino or Al Pacino Hundred racks on this Rollie, it light up like a casino n***as really be fraud, I'ma keep it a c-note Got shooters down in Miami, they throw it like Dan Marino [Rick Ross] Had a couple seizures, call it minor setbacks Everybody prayin' for me, I respect that Woke up in the hospital, where my checks at Then I put eight chains, where my necks at Hoppin' in the Ghost, I feel I'm dead set Worth 40 M's so respect that I put all my j**els on just to bone your chick You know the boss well known for leavin' bonuses We makin' money, may it marinate When the work clean, cut it like it's carrot cake D-boys love the way I narrate I still whip it like it's Anna Mae Remember Momma had a Cavalier Now she livin' like a Cleveland Cavalier Better check the stats, we fillin' arenas And I got the gats, Gilbert Arena's [Refrain] [Swizz Beatz] You a boss, you a boss Seven five, seven showers on her Spend about thirteen hours on it 757 with the showers on it We spent about thirteen hours on it [Lil' Wayne] Look, I be probably on my skateboard, tryna learn a new trick I just f**ed an Avatar, now I got a blue dick Money talks, bullsh** walks if the shoe fit You pushin' up daisies, daffodils, tulips I'm in my zone, I'm Angie Stoned I point the pistol at you like a camera phone I'm Young Money, Cash Money, I'm not human I'm tryna get money, money like Mark Cuban If she don't respect me, she gon respect this dick The world is an a**hole and we the next big sh** Damn right I gang bang, tell 'em blood up slime f**, I had to say f** one time, get it [Birdman] When I came up in this b**h I was shinin' every summer Took the whole thing, the young n***a doin' numbers Tote two nines, iced out stuntin' Candy on the Ave, candy on the slab Hundred Gs n***a, Cash Money millionaires Hundred mill, how we flipped it off the ave Blood rich gang, you know we filthy n***a The money do swang, behind a k**a n***a Catch me uptown puttin' it down Movin' all around, new fleets with my round Touch another town, puttin' it all down Pop a hundred bottles b**h, we wear the crown [Refrain]