文本歌词

Ricky Ross Raekwon the chef
Thrill 5 M I A yo
Y'all know what time it is trilla boss
When I'm in the crib know what time it is
I'm trying to get a mill so money I can feel
F**k a bank account boss keep my money in bags
If you coming here funny I'm gunning your a*s
N***a take a look at me Ross tell me what's f**king funny
*****I'm a top shotter see all the macks gunny
Now I'm the pacman I keep the packs coming
And I got a whole lot so when that shack coming baby
I can hold mine or I can pitch back
Or I can run an option get it popping whip that
All my Cuban links still rocking they Cuban Linx
And they ready to swim give me the Cuban six
I got it orchestrated 'cause I'm a communist
Running for the charms some left on the wrist
My n***a Raekwon yeah he the f**king chef
So what we cook in the kitchen he taste the f**king best
N***a I'm a boss you can catch me with the top knocked off
In the trap getting blocks knocked off
'Cause n***a I'm a boss and I'ma show these n***as I ain't gotta talk
I got a chauffeur n***a I ain't got to walk
'Cause n***a I'm a boss cross the line pay the fine top cost
Lose your mind when the nine pop off
'Cause n***a I'm a boss I'm a boss I'm a boss
'Cause n***a I'm a boss I'm a boss I'm a boss
You know we rich Rick my vultures they get dip we posting
It's in motion when that blow come we flip flip
Can't take us nowhere pa too many spaceships
Lay in the open new Nike's with glaciers
Love robbing n***as cracking heads open
It's like tennis pa I'm like Venus with the legs smoking
Piping hot heroes gun deleros new Aston
Sky blue jammy skating on zeros
Shorts on tree lance cable on hang to my navel
Diamond down smoking cheeba Grey Goose
Dreaming bout lasagna the beat watery
Half glass of Whiskey fly light skin little shorty
All my B*****s they bang it's obvious we be the gods
Rep me and my mobster sang
We monsters rocket launchers razor blades
With wands on shoot up the telly go bonkers
N***a I'm a boss you can catch me with the top knocked off
In the trap getting blocks knocked off
'Cause n***a I'm a boss and I'ma show these n***as I ain't gotta talk
I got a chauffeur n***a I ain't got to walk
'Cause n***a I'm a boss cross the line pay the fine top cost
Lose your mind when the nine pop off
'Cause n***a I'm a boss I'm a boss I'm a boss
'Cause n***a I'm a boss I'm a boss I'm a boss
Yo I'm the money collector for that money I'll stretch ya
I flat line you with that gun that's up under my dresser
I be handling pies godd**n it I'm fly
It's so high that if I jump I'll land in the sky
You ain't pushing no weight you a p***y you fake
I be cooking that base butter just look at they face
Lite keep 'em coming back the Don keep 'em coming back
It's the boss and Rick Ross on the f**king track
N***a I'm a boss you can catch me with the top knocked off
In the trap getting blocks knocked off
'Cause n***a I'm a boss and I'ma show these n***as I ain't gotta talk
I got a chauffeur n***a I ain't got to walk
'Cause n***a I'm a boss cross the line pay the fine top cost
Lose your mind when the nine pop off
'Cause n***a I'm a boss I'm a boss I'm a boss
'Cause n***a I'm a boss I'm a boss I'm a boss