Ima Boss (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Khaled] Remix! (One two, one two) This the I'ma Boss Remix Meek Milly (Woo!) Let's go! [Verse 1: T.I., Rick Ross] I'm ride or die as I'm ridin' by, holla Westside right inside of my Bimmer 760i, try me let off sixty shots Again we got the city hot and popping like it 'posed to be Hoes who not ménaging got no business standing close to me So cold, a ferocious G, niggas ain't as dope as me Mind your fuckin' business, watch your mouth when you approachin' me I fuck with hoes who fuck with hoes, do pills and powder socially I like 'em, I don't love 'em though, cold heart emotionally (Huh) Captain where the ocean is, riding in the Ghost again Slap you with a lot of spit until she swallow all of it (Woo!) Call the shots, run the shit, on some big money shit Serious 'bout my hustle, all these cowards on that funny shit Rapping 'bout a bunch of shit and you ain't even done it yet You the one they gunning at, how I'm 'posed to honor that? You all-talk, dawg, flaw and I ain't having none of that I'm big boss, dawg, floss all day and run it back [Chorus: Meek Mill, T.I. & Rick Ross] Bitch, I'm a boss! (Right) Bitch, I'm a boss! (I'm a boss!) Bitch, I'm a boss! (I'm a boss!) I play the shots (huh!), I call the calls (Huh) We in this bitch, it's going down Yeah, I'm the king, now where my muhfucking crown? (Huh!) (M-M-Maybach Music) [Post-Chorus: Swizz Beatz, Rick Ross] You a boss, she a boss, you don't care what it cost You just buy that motherfucker and you throw that shit on (Huh!) You be popping them tags, we just throw it in bags And then we hit the fucking block, we be droppin' them rags (Rah) [Verse 2: Meek Mill, Rick Ross, Meek Mill & Rick Ross] Started with a dollar (huh), turn it to a M (Huh) Used to ride Impala (woo), turn it to a Benz (Woo) Niggas used to hate me, turn into my friends (Haha-ha) You should see how people treat you when that money coming in Ba-ba-ba-bad bitches calling cause I'm balling (Woo) And these niggas hatin' on me 'cause they starving and I'm parking Aston Martins where they walking, these niggas ain't important They informants really talking when the people get to honking (Huh) I'm a boss, really, Nino or Al Pacino Hundred racks on this Rollie, it light up like a casino Niggas really be fraud (huh), I'ma keep it a C-note (Huh) Got shooters down in Miami, they throw it like Dan Marino (Haha, yeah!) ('an Marino, ah!, 'an Marino, ah!) [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Had a couple seizures, call 'em minor setbacks (Huh) Everybody praying for me, I respect that (Huh) Woke up in the hospital, where my checks at? (Woo!) Then I put eight chains, where my neck's at (Woo!) Hopping in the Ghost, I feel I'm dead set (Woo!) Worth 40 M's so respect that (Huh) I put all my jewels on just to bone your chick (Ha!) You know the boss well known for leavin' bonuses (M-M-Maybach Music) We making money, may it marinate (M-M-Maybach Music) When the work clean, cut it like it's carrot cake (Yeah) D-boys love the way I narrate (Yeah) I still whip it like it's Anna Mae (Haha!) Remember momma had a Cavalier (Huh) Now she living like a Cleveland Cavalier Better check the stats, we fillin' arenas (Woo) And I got the gats, Gilbert Arenas [Chorus: Meek Mill, Rick Ross] Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss!), bitch, I'm a boss! (I'm a boss!) I play the shots (huh), I call the calls (Huh) We in this bitch, it's going down Yeah, I'm the king, now where my muhfucking crown? (Huh, hrr, hrr) [Post-Chorus: Swizz Beatz, Rick Ross, Lil Wayne] You a boss, you a boss, 7-5-7, showers on it (Huh) Spend about thirteen hours on it (Huh) 757 with the showers on it (Woo) We spent about thirteen hours on it (Huh) [Verse 4: Lil' Wayne, Rick Ross] Look, I be probably on my skateboard, tryna learn a new trick I just fucked an Avatar, now I got a blue dick Money talks, bullshit walks if the shoe fit You pushing up daisies, daffodils, tulips I'm in my zone, I'm Angie Stoned I point the pistol at you like a camera phone (Huh) I'm Young Money, Cash Money, I'm not human I'm tryna get money, money like Mark Cuban If she don't respect me, she gon' respect this dick (Woo!) The world is an asshole and we the next big shit Damn right, I gangbang, tell 'em blood up, slime Fuck! I had to say "fuck" one time. Get it! [Verse 5: Birdman, Rick Ross] When I came up in this bitch I was shining every summer (every summer) Took the whole thing, the young nigga doing numbers (Yeah, huh) Tote two nines, bitch, iced out stunting C-C-Candy on the Ave (Ave), candy on the slab (slab) Hundred G's, nigga, Cash Money millionaires Hundred mil', nigga, how we flipped it off the ave (off the ave) Blood rich gang, you know we filthy, nigga The money do swang, behind a killer, nigga (behind a killer, nigga) Catch me uptown putting it down Moving all around, new fleets with my round Tou-Tou-Touch another town, pu-pu-putting it all down Po-Po-Pop a hundred bottles bitch, we wear the crown [Chorus: Meek Mill, Rick Ross] Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss!), bitch, I'm a boss! (I'm a boss!) I play the shots (huh), I call the calls (Huh) We in this bitch, it's going down Yeah, I'm the king, now where my muhfucking crown? (Huh) Hey! [Post-Chorus: Swizz Beatz, Rick Ross] You a boss, you a boss, 7-5-7 showers on it (Huh) Spend about thirteen hours on it (Huh) 757 with the showers on it (Woo!) We spent about thirteen hours on it (Woo!) [Outro: Rick Ross] MMG Huh