Rick Ross - Boss Lyrics

Send "Boss" ringtone to your cell

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

Lyrics provided by http://www.kovideo.net/

Source - http://www.kovideo.net/boss-lyrics-rick-ross-631539.html

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

Send "Boss" ringtone to your cell