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