Rick Ross

[fox69]

"We Shinin'"

"We Shinin'"


[Verse 1 - Rick Ross]
I keep pimpin to get in a bitch panties
I keeps spittin the critics can not compare me
They put it simple I am Mr. Miami
And my lil' pistol will flip over ya ?
We the best at best you doin failing
Straight finesse ?
That's from sunset we rippin up Cali
F**k the chips I dip nigga ?
Now I'm runnin from the ghetto bird
I got food on my stomach from the ghetto birds
All I use are my ghetto words
I'm the mayor in the hood on the ghetto terms
I'ma get money I'ma flash dough
Unique whips will cash grow
I'ma keep pimpin to get in a bitch panties
Dead presidents are runnin my family

[Hook - Rick Ross]
Every dollar I get keeps me stuntin
Kanye and these hoes tellin me nothin
I'ma keep pimpin to get in a bitch panties
I put a hit on a nigga head ?
Every dollar I get keeps me shinin
I spend a million dollars nigga just in diamonds
I done f**ked every dime up in diamonds
This for them d-boys gettin money shinin

[Verse 2 - Rick Ross]
Am I talkin for police because I puff weed
'Lotta artists some recorded as a puffy
Like a pimp I'ma skip, past the ?
Like a pimp order, pimp I import her
Every dime you give a note that's a pimp quarter
'Cuz every time she deliver like a pimp taught her
She ain't married to the game just a pimp daughter
Every Benz that I gain I get the limb harder
What the f**k you niggas know about loyalty
Huh cuz nigga you the fuss
Tell 'em what I said like I really give a f**k
And that big foot hoe needed the hood
Derrick Henderson still sellin his car
Smelled his ass no ross just bought another garage
Yeah, yeah they wanna be the boss
But bitch niggaz get twist in the cross
I'm the best

[Hook - Rick Ross]
Every dollar I get keeps me stuntin
Kanye and these hoes tellin me nothin
I'ma keep pimpin to get in a bitch panties
I put a hit on a nigga head ?
Every dollar I get keeps me shinin
I spend a million dollars nigga just in diamonds
I done f**ked every dime up in diamonds
This for them d-boys gettin money shinin

[Verse 3 - Rick Ross]
Thinkin bout my bitch Kandice
Kandice was also romantic
Club grave, yeah I had cha both
While I made lil' Crissy roll up my smoke
Boss I need more champagne
? piece niggaz know my chain
Yeah I'm a millionaire you wanna hold my chain
You could get a lil' pussy nigga hold my name
Ross yeah I go a long way
Well paid, babygirl let the song play
I'm lookin for the next topmodel
Gimme head on Youtube and then pop bottles

[Hook - Rick Ross]
Every dollar I get keeps me stuntin
Kanye and these hoes tellin me nothin
I'ma keep pimpin to get in a bitch panties
I put a hit on a nigga head ?
Every dollar I get keeps me shinin
I spend a million dollars nigga just in diamonds
I done f**ked every dime up in diamonds
This for them d-boys gettin money shinin

[Outro - Rick Ross]
Shinin you feel me
Shout out to that hole motherf**kin 3-0-5 M.I.Yayo
Maybach Music, nigga
I am the C-E-O and we are sucka free, nigga
Ya niggaz, yeah we used to pay ya charge and car notes, nigga
We showed ya niggaz love ya feel me
But know it's time to stand on ya own two feet, nigga
It's like I fronted you a bird and you came back with two ounces, nigga
'The f**k you think this is this Triple C, nigga
Yeah like I said, baby
I got ten keys on my wrist so have you the D.E.A. tell 'em that
Boss

 

[fox69]

"What A Shame"
(feat. French Montana)

"What A Shame"
(feat. French Montana)



[Intro: Rick Ross]
What a shame, what a shame
Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a nigga

[Hook: French Montana]
This is it, boy
Stacking money to the sky, getting rich, haaaan
Stacking bricks to the sky, this is it, haaaan
When my dogs getting high getting rich, haaaan
And a nigga rich, haaaan

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a nigga
Pull a pistol, bang on a nigga
Beamer on the Boulevard, everybody know it's me
Bordeaux Polo, smoke eternal weed
No room for nonsense, you under new ownership
Pulling niggas' cards, giving shooters bonuses
Fuck the rumors, now I'm standing in a room with ya
Face, gut, buck 50, got two pistols
We the knights of the templar
Born dopeboy, oh, I should've been [?]
Def Jam see me as a threat now
Hundred mill, any less is a let down

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Full magazine, bitch, shoot for the stars
Snatch a nigga chain just for posing on the blog
Assassinate a name, nigga spraying in the dark
Hate you with a passion, but he asking for a job
Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a nigga
Pull a pistol, bang on a nigga
Getting money while them other boys bitter
I'm an artist and my niggas are the realest
What a shamme pussy niggas wear glitter
Put to sleep by the pillowcase killer
Black Benz, black weed, black bottle, nigga
Rich, dirty niggas still mobbing, nigga

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Where My Money (I Need That)"

"Where My Money (I Need That)"


[Chorus:]
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money?

[Verse 1:]
Never try me like a thug
If you do you betta duck
Ima hit em' in his body,
Somebody patching you up
Ima bust a nigga head,
Somebody wrapping you up
When I ask you for ma shit,
Nigga am i asking too much?
Ridin' dirty in ma Seven deuce
Its dirty, you can tell tha truth
Im dirtier than a reverend
Fighting internal revenue
Ima get mine,
You can call me Uncle Sam
Used ya for your services,
And i dont give a damn
Slap bush with ma stash
All these taxes and this cash
Got these bitches sellin ass
Homicide for tha cash
Homicide for tha cash
Ridin around gunnin mass
Summertime son of sam
Triple C gon gun you down
Twenty birds on this surb
Posted up on tha curb
Got a lotta pistol game
So we at ya A-Day
If you owe me a dime
Boy you better give me mine
Cuz im pullin ma nine
With one thing thats on ma mind

[Chorus:]
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money?

[Verse 2:]
Still waitin on tha call
Homie supposed to be my dawg
It done been more then a week
He caught himself runnin off
Yea he bought two, two
But I fronted anotha three, three
But ima get him marked off
fo no less than a quarter key
Yea I broke him off,
Now I gotta break him off
He think he using his head,
I gotta take it off
Therefore im loosing his head
And then im taking off
Mashing in the grand national
Wont break it off
Lemme break it down
I see fifty off a chicken
Everytime I break it down
Bad little Bitches shake it
when they break it down
Lemme break it down
I Broke it down,
To tha smallest slab
Cuz im so fat
I got the fiends callin cabs
Im out here for my stacks
Im out here for my stacks
From the side of the bridge,
You gotta cross the tracks
Dade county D Boyz at yo front door
Three in tha mornin and ya know what dey knockin fo'

[Chorus:]
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money?

[Verse 3:]
Im like a professor,
I weigh and i measure
Triple beam on tha dresser
Couldn't be fresher
Cookin's my pleasure
Cookies my treasure
Hustle couldn't be better
Muscle you couldn't measure
Niggas feelin tha pressure
Pressure they bust pipes
I'm cool with your bitch
Your bitch fuck nice
(See I need that)
Fly hoes on my team
(See I need that)
My hoes will gimmie anything
Grinding back in Savana
Climbing back through Atlanta
Shoot the makin, See what shakin
My shit white as Miss Vanna
Its Rick Ross
Rolls-Royce when I floss
Ima big boss
And I neva took a loss
(See I need that)
(See I need that)
I might of took a loss
But it wasnt like that (Ross)
So Im back on my grizzle
Got the streets on sizzle
Its Ricky Rizzle
The rich nizzle
Tha rich nizzle
Now bitch

[Chorus:]
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)

 

[fox69]

"White House"

"White House"


[Verse 1]
Lemme think back to '96
When Boobie had the realest nigga feelin like a bitch
They go for 20, I was gettin 'em for the 17
A lil' G', look at me, I was 17
Born on the side of town where them killers ride around
Pull up on the block with a block, gon tie it down
Pistol in his pants and he stand like "Fuck you"
I'm from the other side where we ride like a bus do
Thrity-six O-Z's got me riding Lexus
Chevy at the crib, get the weed shit from Texas
Dade County D-Boy, deals on the yayo
Triple C the mafia, they kill when I say so
Before I wrote a song I controlled the zone
I had to feed myself but bitch I was on my own
Now I push shit bigger than the president
I'm at the white house known as my residence

[Hook]
I'm in the white house (house!), I'm in the white house (house!)
I call the shots, I could get yo ass wiped out
We in the white house (house!), we in the white house (house!)
Big Fantom on the lawn gettin wiped down
I'm in the white house (house!), I'm in the white house (house!)
I got a hundred of them thangs nigga, right now
We in the white house (house!), we in the white house (house!)
I got them hoe's gettin on blow right now

[Verse 2}
I don't fuck with pussy niggaz, took my shit to Jigga man
I went to Manhattan and came home a young millionaire
Money on mind, I'm a trill nigga anyway
I'll slap a pussy ass nigga down for anything
Motherfuck the other side, pussy niggaz bleed pink
Thats my opinion, wanna know what the chopper think?
We loading up them thangs, boy! I'm a head busta
Motherfuck the music nigga, where ya real muscle?
I'm in the white house, I'm in the white house
I put a hit on them niggaz they gettin wiped out
They gettin wiped out, and not one at a time
"Car full of dead black males" read the head line

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I'm the fruit of the loom, I be flyin in lears
Gimme food and I boom, supplying for years
I'm on top of the world, I'm gettin money
Hundred grand in a day, EASY I'm gettin money!
Pull up real slow, I let the haters watch
Out of state plates, they in a state of shock
You niggaz go and fish, I got a plate of shark
You better play your part, you ain't gotta play a part
Got a AK that'll tear ya whole day apart
That stick'll make 'em sit like a Saint Bernard
I'm in the white house, time to close shop
Military wiped out, boy that was thirty blocks

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Why"
(with Birdman)

"Why"
(with Birdman)



[Hook: Birdman]
Something so fresh
Rollin in my caddy nigga, got my smith and wess
Feeling so nice, bubbly so right
Burning on the kush, do it all night
Money is a must, fucking with them hoes
Duffle bag full, platinum rock gold
Got to get the full, got to get the dough
Sittin' all high, riding on the low
Get money, baby

[Verse 1: Birdman]
I feel it, feeling how I gotta feel
I’m so high, I got the hard knock from the feel
For real nigga, ride around with the steel
That’s how I live, nothing changed, how I bill
How I was built, the life of a struggler
Got the game nigga, so the money was that hustle
I see moms want new shoes
Moms gotta give everything she want to

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Don’t make me a villain, is an athiests sinning
Bathing Ape in the winter
Tryina taste me a million
Me and bird had a vision, tryina stay out of prison
Gun charge, I don’t bug, gotta make a decision
Flooded the Audemar, I bought another car
I had to celebrate, blew a hunned large
I’m looking at a yacht, they wishing it was stuck
When I was at the bottom, staring at the top
It was easy then, they didn’t see me then
Now they see me selling dvd’s for these dividends
The bricks built wallstreet, looking for that H, I’m straight
Just call me the boss

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Birdman]
Nigga I’m in the Caddie out the hela chopper
Two choppers nigga and it won’t stop us
I hear em poppin' off at the mouth
But money, money pops at the mouth
We keep the work in the trash can
Keep the garbage bag full with the cash man
Keep the tool nigga just to rule
5 star G break em down nigga don’t do
And stay up like a high jet
So high, so high nigga, what’s next?
So we’re feeling when we come down
Shit down nigga represent uptown
Uptown flashing my shit
Red bandana for the dead and another clip
Split nigga never change that, hunned stacks in the cash bag nigga like that
Duffle bag full, come through nigga
Bitches know the game so they want too nigga
Floss my shit nigga clip another bitch
Up in the morning nigga hustle for the licks

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Wuzzup"

"Wuzzup"


[Verse 1:]
Tatted tears for my woadies doin' bids in they 40s
The height a nigga go to for a penthouse with garages
Keep my hand on the hammer, feds on the scanner
Bun B in my blood, Pimp C as I chatter
Ridin' dirty but my watches, I just took my bitches shoppin'
Just landed in Detroit, I got a bitch as soft as cotton
All that talkin', it ain't nothin'
Rozay comfy in the pocket
Teddy Bridgewater run the trap just like a faucet
Heroin on hollow tips, may I sit you with the highest?
No fly zone, muhfucka I'm the flyest
Go and pay your rent, my new dicky covered in lint
Canary pinky ring, I got PETA all on my dick

[Hook:]
I just pulled up to the office, time to link up with my partners
Bring a quarter to the table, we can go and get a dollar
Put my bitches all on hold, like crackers sent me up the road
They gon' break off any way or time to do it for your woes, wuzzup?
They say them killas lookin' for me, wuzzup?
They say them people askin' questions, wuzzup?
They say them slidas slidin' on me, wuzzup?
They say my number's gettin better, wuzzup?

[Verse 2:]
Photoshoot fresh, four cubans layin' on my chest
Nigga hatin' from the start, still I wish 'em the best
Killa with no regrets, chinchilla, so finesse
Testosterone hella high, survived by gettin' by
Polish up all your flaws, you can't be fuckin' her raw
Finally made it to the majors, stealing bases of course
Giving bitches your money, she giving it to your dog
He who pillow talkin' the longest, may you rest in the morgue
48 Laws flawed, my dawgs above the law
Duck-tape Robert Greene, make him read the Qu'ran
Couple dollars on my neck, DGK on my sweats
Cartier frames, Belaire on my breath

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Yacht Club"
(feat. Magazeen)

"Yacht Club"
(feat. Magazeen)



He not bigga den biggy bitch I'm bigger than you just a boat a mi casa like you a milli or 2 gotta kick off your shoes
Okay lets take a cruise heres my captain now relax, let him do waht he do, okay
Who rollin spinach cuz I'm reallin the anchor smoke up up an acre a grass wake up in jamaica, couple nautical nas,
I call my cubanos ta cop, puerto rico for women, hit barbedos ta shop, livin larger than life
Call this the yacht club, before ya join us bitch ya gotta get your stocks up. shes walkin back and forth,
Shes just itchen ta fuck, then I heard her wisper, travel the seven seas, there is no better breaze
If he indulgen jelousy his ass better breathe man overboard cuz hes goin overboard, damn its over for him put that on my vocal cord.
JAMAICANS........ Kill all the middle men I'm the millatin gilligans
Speakin creo and gentle men as I cruise the caribean, o lord I'm a star down in saint barths the fat tommy lee
I made out with like 8 broads but up in costa rica, I get the most of features, she no speakay
No englay, maybe fat joe could teach her, smokin barrels of reefer, only the yacht club,
Before ya join us bitch ya gotta get your stocks up, travel the seven seas, there is no better breeze when we started
Sellin keys thats just how we thought it would be, no one agrees with me,
But thats just how it goes I'm the greeta genious no reference to the ugly clothes, I still hustle for dope, but no more me scuffin my
Soles, make the presentation and trust me the customer sold, I'm crusin in the gulf,
I think your so deaf, janet was in control, because the hoe left,
JAMAICANS......... my dick a big stretch and quick ta tell a bitch fetch,
Tell you ta kiss her ass, after you bought the bitch breast, her head above average, my head above water,
But now you could see my balace, right off the coast of florida, I'm in ta fine fish with a slight lime twist,
Veggies on the side of course, kush appetizez , let your mercedes chill, roll wit a navy seal, this the yacht club,
Wanna trust me your lady will, still spillen champaign, or is it merlow, fuck it its fine wine, my bitch a vergo,
I dont do the signs unless a dollars on em, I'm da boss a da boat, cashmeire collar on em,
Thinkin a last year and all the moneys made, now its corporate investin amongst the other things,
No one agrees with me, but thats just how it goes, I'm the greeta genious no refernce to the ugly clothes

 

[fox69]

"Yella Diamonds"

"Yella Diamonds"


[Hook: x2]
My dope be shinin' like it's yella diamonds
My dope be shinin' like it's yella diamonds
Nineteen for the whole thang
Walk up out the trap nigga it's bling bling

[Verse 1:]
I'm back to trappin' like I'm 'posed to, nigga
Them crackers wanna see me on a wanted poster, nigga
Chasing my money like I'm Oprah, nigga
From Dade County now mansions and Boca, nigga
Now bring that drama that you spokin', nigga
Ain't no water drippin' out this super soaker, nigga
Go cash a check just like a dolphin, nigga
Chopper city all up out your office, nigga
Study your plays in my office, nigga
A pound of haze'll make a gangsta off a nigga
You wanna live make an offer nigga
Club LIV is your coffin nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I'm whippin' cake up like I'm Jacob, nigga
Hundred eighty for the bracelet and they hate it, nigga
I had to have 'em custom make it, nigga
You have to dumb it down before you take it, nigga
You know we roll up like Jamaican niggas
No marijuana, talkin bout killin' these hatin' niggas
The time is now fuck all the waiting, nigga
I can't hold back all these Haitian niggas
You know they talkin home invasion, nigga
Seeing your daughter scream can be very persuasive, nigga
First question, where the safe at nigga?
All in your woman face fuck up her makeup nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
I'm watching me a kilo break up, nigga
Snort a line of this I bet you wake up, nigga
Dead presidents all on my body, nigga
For dinero, ocho cinco, catch me a body nigga
Teflon Don, John Gotti nigga
God forgives and I don't, my chopper hit the lotto nigga
Keepin' it real my chopper chopped a lot of niggas
I pay my dues, dudes get ya done
I pay my fool, here come that murder one
I think it's time you niggas recognize
Work fifty million so fuck the other side
My nigga you know your chopper's cold
On the other hand my chopper's old
All the little head busters swingin' now
And I buy 'em all cars off of my yella diamonds

 

[fox69]

"You Know I Got It (Reprise)"

"You Know I Got It (Reprise)"


[Intro: Pimp C sample]
{"M-M-M-M"} "A little over a year ago I was in bondage
and now I'm back out here, reapin' the blessings and gettin' the benefits that go along with it
Everything that's out here for kings like us.
The reason why we like this, this jewelry and this diamonds and stuff
They don't understand is, because we really from Africa {"M-M-M-M"}
and that's where all this stuff come from. And we originated from kings, you know what I'm sayin'?
So don't look down on the youngsters because they wanna have shiny things.
It's in our genes, know what I'm sayin'? We just don't all know our history
so.. peace to the Midwest. Keep it P-I, you know what I'm sayin'?"

I'mma just keep you up on this pimp shit, see what I'm sayin'? {"M-M-M-M"}

I just landed in Europe, nigga
Shopping bags, I'm a tourist, nigga
Money talk I speak fluent, nigga
Reeboks on, I just do it, nigga
Look at me, I'm pure nigga
I bet the hoes on my tour, nigga
I don't bop, I do the money dance
My bitch whip cost a hundred grand
Red vert, you see me slide
Sexy bitch I hope she 'bout it
Sexy bitch I know she 'bout it
Fuck with me, you know I got it

[Chorus 2X:]
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Sexy bitch I hope she 'bout it
Come fuck with me, you know I got it

My smoke thick, my jewels gold
My shoes new, these hoes chose
My pistol works, my looks kill
Bitch text me, her rent here
Unfortunately I'm a pimp, baby
Couldn't care less 'bout your rent, lady
I got a chopper that's a bit crazy
Balenciaga boots, I'm in the Bent faded
Peelin' paper like a bank teller
Me and Hova in the bank, hella
Paper cuts until you hate, cheddar
I take that back cause I am straight, cheddar!

[Chorus]

40 racks, front, pocket
I bet 40 racks them folks, watchin'
I bet 40 racks them hoes, want me
I got 40 racks, these hoes, on me
40 rounds, that thang, on me
Fuck around, my bang, on me
Cell phone got 40 hoes
A-game give me 40 more
Her number keep on poppin' up
She came through, the topic was to top me up
Top down in my white Corniche
Ever see these Hermès seats?

[Chorus]

I'm ridin' big comin' down that beach
Geechi nigga with satin sheets
Bad bitch, she a MASTERPIECE~!!
Got a bad bitch, she a masterpiece
{M-M-Maybach Music}

 

[fox69]

"You The Boss"
(feat. Nicki Minaj)

"You The Boss"
(feat. Nicki Minaj)



[Intro: Rick Ross]
In the world of so many, baby girl you are that one
I deserve that, I deserve you

[Hook: Nicki Minaj]
I'd do anything that you say, anything
Cause you the boss
You the boss
You, you, you the boss, yeah
You the boss (uh)
You, you, you the boss, yeah
You the boss
You, you, you the boss, yeah (uh)
You the boss
You, you, you the boss (boss)
You the boss (boss)
You, you, you the boss, yeah
You the boss
You, you, you the boss, yeah
You the boss
You, you, you the boss, yeah

[Rick Ross:]
Rozay a born stunna
I can blow money (uh)
50 when I'm shoppin
That ain't no money (uh)
I got ma jeans saggin
Money stuffed in em
I got 40 whips
Way too much in em
I need me a queen
I need me a dime
Livin this fast life
Just show me a sign
I'm a g
I'm, I'm I'm, I'm a g
Took her from that lame
Put her on that condo on that beach
All she needs
A, a, a, all she needs
Is a boss on my level
Who provides her every need (need)
All I fiend is a queen in my presence
I can hold her till I die
Couple g's in a bezzle
(Boss)

[Hook: Nicki Minaj]
I'd do anything that you say, anything
Cause you the boss
You the boss
You, you, you the boss, yeah
You the boss (uh)
You, you, you the boss, yeah
You the boss
You, you, you the boss, yeah (uh)
You the boss
You, you, you the boss (boss)
You the boss (boss)
You, you, you the boss, yeah
You the boss
You, you, you the boss, yeah
You the boss
You, you, you the boss, yeah

[Rick Ross:]
Still runnin the streets cause everyday I'm hustlin
Double mg winnin in the streets is lovin it
All this paper comin
And my baby touchin it
I pinned her to the wall
You know this boy be bustin it
Fur coast in the winter
Look like a polar bear
Stuntin in the snow
These haters, they can go somewhere
Indoor pool
Outdoor pool
Indoor court
Talkin ray j moves
7 rolls royces
Pink slips like a boss
Champagne on her body
Time to lick it off
Me and baby girl are winning combination
Ownership is my conversation
I'm a boss

[Hook: Nicki Minaj]
I'd do anything that you say, anything
Cause you the boss
You the boss
You, you, you the boss, yeah
You the boss (boss)
You, you, you the boss, yeah (boss)
You the boss
You, you, you the boss, yeah (talk to me)

[Nicki Minaj:]
I watch,
You play (what you sayin baby)
And I'll do whatever you say (boss)
Oh I I I I I watch
You play
And I'll dooo
Whatever you say

I'd do anything that you say (uh), anything
Cause you the boss
You the boss (boss)
You, you, you the boss, yeah
You the boss
You, you, you the boss, yeah
You the boss
You, you, you the boss, yeah (boss)

You can take it anyway you want to
Daddy I promise that I would never disappoint you
Just watch how I make it my motherfuckin point to
Get a raise (uh)
Get a raise (uh)

[Rick Ross:]
You only live once baby (oohhh)
Let's do it big
Come on

You the boss
The boss
You the boss
The boss man
You the boss
The boss man

Hey daddy won't you come and be my boss
Let me work it for you with no days off
Hey daddy won't you come and be my boss
With no days off (uh)