Meek Mill - Im A Boss Remix

Song Rating: 8.33/10

Song lyrics:

[DJ Khaled]

Im ride or die, Im ridin by, holla Westside
Right inside of my Bimmer 760I, try me let off sixty shots
Again we got the city hidin, poppin like it ‘posed to be
Hoes who not ménaging got no business standin close to me
So cold, Im ferocious G, n***as aint as dope as me
Mind your f**in business, watch your mouth when you approachin me
I f** with hoes who f** with hoes, do pills and powder socially
I like em, I aint love ‘em though, cold heart emotionally
Captain where the ocean is, ridin in a ghost again
Slap you with a lot of spit until she swallow all of it
Call the shots, run the sh**, on some big money sh**
Serious bout my hustle all these cowards on that funny sh**
Rappin bout a bunch of sh**
And you aint even done it yet
You the one they gunnin at
How Im ‘posed to honor that
You all talk dawg, flaw and I aint havin none of that
Im big boss dawg floss all day, run it back

[Refrain: Meek Mill]
b**h, Im a boss, b**h, Im a boss!
Ima boss, Imma boss
I play the shots
I call the calls
We in this b**h
Its goin down
Yeah, Im the king
Now where my muf**in crown?

[Swiss Beatz]
Ima boss, she a boss
We dont care what it cost
You just buy that motherf**er and you throw that motherf**er on
You keep poppin them tags
We just throw it in bags
And then we hit the f**ing block, we be droppin them rags

[Meek Mill]
Started with a dollar, turn it to an M
Used to ride Impala, turn it to a Benz
n***as used hate me, turn into my friends
You should see how people treat you when that money coming in
Bad b**hes callin cause Im ballin
And these n***as hatin on me cause they starvin
And Im parkin Aston Martins where they walkin
These n***as aint important
They informants really talkin when the people get to honkin
Im a boss really, Nino or Al Pacino
Hundred racks on this Rollie, it light up like a casino
n***as really be fraud, Ima keep it a c-note

Got shooters down in Miami, they throw it like Dan Marino

[Rick Ross]
Had a couple seizures, call it minor setbacks
Everybody prayin for me, I respect that
Woke up in the hospital, where my checks at
Then I put eight chains, where my necks at
Hoppin in the Ghost, I feel Im dead set
Worth 40 Ms so respect that
I put all my j**els on just to bone your chick
You know the boss well known for leavin bonuses
We makin money, may it marinate
When the work clean, cut it like its carrot cake
D-boys love the way I narrate
I still whip it like its Anna Mae
Remember Momma had a Cavalier
Now she livin like a Cleveland Cavalier
Better check the stats, we fillin arenas
And I got the gats, Gilbert Arenas


[Swizz Beatz]
You a boss, you a boss
Seven five, seven showers on her
Spend about thirteen hours on it
757 with the showers on it
We spent about thirteen hours on it

[Lil Wayne]
Look, I be probably on my skateboard, tryna learn a new trick
I just f**ed an Avatar, now I got a blue dick
Money talks, bullsh** walks if the shoe fit
You pushin up daisies, daffodils, tulips
Im in my zone, Im Angie Stoned
I point the pistol at you like a camera phone
Im Young Money, Cash Money, Im not human
Im tryna get money, money like Mark Cuban
If she dont respect me, she gon respect this dick
The world is an a**hole and we the next big sh**
Damn right I gang bang, tell em blood up slime
f**, I had to say f** one time, get it

When I came up in this b**h I was shinin every summer
Took the whole thing, the young n***a doin numbers
Tote two nines, iced out stuntin
Candy on the Ave, candy on the slab
Hundred Gs n***a, Cash Money millionaires
Hundred mill, how we flipped it off the ave
Blood rich gang, you know we filthy n***a
The money do swang, behind a k**a n***a
Catch me uptown puttin it down
Movin all around, new fleets with my round
Touch another town, puttin it all down
Pop a hundred bottles b**h, we wear the crown


Date of text publication: 18.01.2021 at 05:51