Boss (feat. Dre)

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