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