Lyrics Maybach Music Group – I’m A Boss
Text:
Meek Mill:
Look I be ridin’ threw my old hood,
But I’m in my new whip.
Same old attitude, but I’m on that new shit.
Cause they know that’s the reason that’s gone put em on a news clips.
Audemar on my wrist… BUSTDOWN!
We poppin’ bottles like I scored the winnin’ touchdown.
Memba meek dead broke?
Look at me up now.
I run my city fron south philly back to uptown.
Thank god all these bottles I popped,
All this paper I been gettin’,
All these models I popped.
I done sold 100, 000 before my album got drop’d.
And I’m only 23, I’m the shit now look at me, look at me.
I’m a boss like my nigga Rozay.
Shawty ask’d me for a check, I told that bitch like «no way! »
Cause I made it from the bottom, it was neva no way.
And I neva had a job, you know I had to sell YAAAAY!
Bitch I’m a boss,
I call the shots.
I’m with the murder team,
Call the cops.
We in the building,
You are not.
You short on the paper, you gone ball or not?…
Chorus:
Bitch, I’m a boss!
x4
It’s goin’ downnnnnn.
Yeaa I’m the king,
Now where my mu’fuckin’ crown?
Ricky Rozay:
Got so many shades, they thought I had a lazy eye.
Shorty rode me smooth as my mercedes ride.
No love, cry when only babies die.
And when I go to that casket, better cost a hundred thou.
I pray to god I look my killer in his eyes.
Snatch his soul up out that shirt, let’s take him for that ride.
O.g. is one who standin’ on his own feet.
A boss is one who guarantee we gone eat.
Fuck a blog dawg cause one day we gone meet.
I’m a spazz on yo’ ass like I’m on E!
Or a double stack, better nigga, double that.
Jerry jones money nigga, you a runnin’ back.
Hershall walker, bo jack, ricky waters,
Better run that dope back.
BOSS!
And I put that on my maybach.
Fo’ hundred thou, bitch you wish you saved that…
Chorus:
Bitch, I’m a boss!
x4
We in the buildin’,
It’s goin’ downnnnnn.
Yeaa I’m the king,
Now where my mu’fuckin’ crown?
Meek Mill:
Couple cars I don’t neva drive,
Bikes I don’t neva ride,
Crib I ain’t neva been,
Pool I don’t neva swim,
Fool you ain’t better, I move like the president.
Err’thang black on black, you know I be strappin’ that.
Ratt’n ass niggas walkin’ round wearin’ wires.
Fuckin’ up the game, got the hood on fire.
Bitch I’m a king, call me sire.
If you say I «don’t run my city»,
You a mu’fuckin’ liar…
Bitch I’m a BOSS!
You a fraud.
You cross the line, I get you murdered full cost.
Out in Vegas, I twist them laws.
At the fight we watchin’ Floyd, we on the floor.
Scared money don’t make no money,
If I eva go broke,
I’m a take yo’ money,
I ain’t neva dropped a dime,
You ain’t take nun from me,
In the hood err’day,
Bitch I’m good, what I say?…
Bitch I’m a BOSSSSSSSSSSS!
Chorus:
Bitch, I’m a boss!
x4
We in the buildin’,
It’s goin’ downnnnnn.
Yeaa I’m the king,
Now where my mu’fuckin’ crown?
