Boss

Run how you want, bossChill how you want, bossFloss how you want, bossDo whatcha likeGo rock your chain, bossPour that champagne, bossKeep gettin' paid, bossDo whatcha likeAs I'm poppin' my collar, black on black antique ImpalaShe ain't gotta speak 'cause my speakers let her knowThat I'm ballinThey call me the Boss, I be callin' the shotsIt's Ricky Ross, that boy be ballin' a lotThat boy be ridin' big, that boy be ridin' rimsNot the flats but the fish 'cause they just swimNew York to the West, you a boss if you freshScuff your shoes, wipe 'em downNow get back on your two stepStuntin' is boss, shinin' is bossGrandaddy kush or the purp, yellow diamonds is bossThat dime a boss, she fine as a houseAnd she drivin' a Porche, she designed for a bossRun how you want, bossChill how you want, bossFloss how you want, bossDo whatcha likeGo rock your chain, bossPour that champagne, bossKeep gettin' paid, bossDo whatcha likeRoss, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la laDo whatcha likeRoss, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la laDo whatcha likeI'm ridin' big, I'm hopin' lanesMy Chevy thang got these chickens all insaneLook at my stones tap dancin' on the bezzleBad baby at the Rollie, lap dancin' and wanna kiss meOh, no, 'cause of my chain'Cause of my bling like a peacock standin' on my ring'Cause I'm a boss, I'm a spend it, I'm a flossI'm a winner, you the loss, all these ***Sprinkle salt 'cause I'm the pepper in the sauceWhatcha feel, whatcha like, whatcha want, what's your type?I done seen it, done it twice, bought it up the same night'Cause I'm a boss, it's Ricky RossIf you buy, if you spend it, *** the costYou's a boss, You a bossRun how you want, bossChill how you want, bossFloss how you want, bossDo whatcha likeGo rock your chain, bossPour that champagne, bossKeep gettin' paid, bossDo whatcha likeRoss, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la laDo whatcha likeRoss, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la laDo whatcha likeBefore the rock got whipped and they pistol got rippedBefore you got any chips, you got permission from the bossOn a mission for the charts, out-smart my competitionComposition so sharp, so dark, so vivid26's on the old school, Pro Tools sessionGot the old school *** actin' brand new sweatinBrand new tennis chain, fancy pockets on my jeansHeaded for the walk, dude, fore' they win him on the stageTwo a day, super pay, stupid *** from a modelTriple C, a hundred deep and everybody got a bottleGot a bottle full of purp, full of work, no leachinBlew 50 last weekend, if you lookin' for a reasonI'm the bossRun how you want, bossChill how you want, bossFloss how you want, bossDo whatcha likeGo rock your chain, bossPour that champagne, bossKeep gettin' paid, bossDo whatcha likeRoss, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la laDo whatcha likeRoss, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la laDo whatcha likeThat's all Ross, them boys runnin' in the streetsSee them candy paints, Dade CountyOver town, livin' the city brownCarol City, Oba LockaThe whole thrill five of my yayo, I see ya, RossDo whatcha like