As I'm poppin' my collar, black on black antique Impala
Before the rock got whipped and they pistol got ripped
'Cause I'm a boss, it's Ricky Ross
Go rock your chain, boss
I'm ridin' big, I'm hopin' lanes
Do whatcha like
Two a day, super pay, stupid *** from a model
Pour that champagne, boss
Blew 50 last weekend, if you lookin' for a reason
Sprinkle salt 'cause I'm the pepper in the sauce
If you buy, if you spend it, *** the cost
Floss how you want, boss
Brand new tennis chain, fancy pockets on my jeans
Do whatcha like
Scuff your shoes, wipe 'em down
They call me the Boss, I be callin' the shots
Do whatcha like
The whole thrill five of my yayo, I see ya, Ross
'Cause I'm a boss, I'm a spend it, I'm a floss
I done seen it, done it twice, bought it up the same night
Go rock your chain, boss
Do whatcha like
Keep gettin' paid, boss
26's on the old school, Pro Tools session
New York to the West, you a boss if you fresh
Go rock your chain, boss
That boy be ridin' big, that boy be ridin' rims
Bad baby at the Rollie, lap dancin' and wanna kiss me
Floss how you want, boss
Over town, livin' the city brown
Keep gettin' paid, boss
Headed for the walk, dude, fore' they win him on the stage
Do whatcha like
Run how you want, boss
You's a boss, You a boss
Floss how you want, boss
Do whatcha like
Got a bottle full of purp, full of work, no leachin'
Keep gettin' paid, boss
Chill how you want, boss
My Chevy thang got these chickens all insane
'Cause of my bling like a peacock standin' on my ring
Now get back on your two step
Do whatcha like
Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
Oh, no, 'cause of my chain
Do whatcha like
Triple C, a hundred deep and everybody got a bottle
Do whatcha like
Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
Composition so sharp, so dark, so vivid
I'm the boss
Look at my stones tap dancin' on the bezzle
Run how you want, boss
It's Ricky Ross, that boy be ballin' a lot
Grandaddy kush or the purp, yellow diamonds is boss
Run how you want, boss
Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
Do whatcha like
Keep gettin' paid, boss
She ain't gotta speak 'cause my speakers let her know
Chill how you want, boss
Carol City, Oba Locka
Not the flats but the fish 'cause they just swim
Pour that champagne, boss
Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
Stuntin' is boss, shinin' is boss
Got the old school *** actin' brand new sweatin'
I'm a winner, you the loss, all these ***
Chill how you want, boss
Do whatcha like
Pour that champagne, boss
Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
Before you got any chips, you got permission from the boss
Do whatcha like
Do whatcha like
That dime a boss, she fine as a house
That's all Ross, them boys runnin' in the streets
Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
Go rock your chain, boss
That I'm ballin'
Floss how you want, boss
Whatcha feel, whatcha like, whatcha want, what's your type?
Do whatcha like
On a mission for the charts, out-smart my competition
See them candy paints, Dade County
Pour that champagne, boss
And she drivin' a Porche, she designed for a boss
