Bein' A Boss ft. Rick Ross Lyrics

Boss. Noun. A person who oversees and directs the work of others. A supervisor

Bad people make for bad bosses

Boss. Noun. A person in charge of a business or company

Chat turned to whisper when the boss entered the conference room

Boss. Noun. A leader, the head of an organized group or team

They named him boss because he had good leadership skills

Boss. Noun. The head of a political party in a given region or district

He is the Republican boss in Kentucky

Boss. Verb. To exercise authoritative control over, to tell someone what to do, often repeatedly

100 stacks on the watch, 100 blocks on the dot. Ricky Ross, new whip, tennis shoes and the socks

I'm up in secret city, yeah that boy got the bling on. You better hit the phone them bricks selling like ringtones

Steppin' out fresh, we steppin' out clean. My nigga Young Mob, the boy in DPC

When I'm up in the deep, we gon' start like a dog. My niggas drop out of school, but we subject to Ball

Don't worry about the crackers, cause the crackers ain't sharp

How I'm lookin' in the phantom, bitch you know that I'm the mob

See the grill in the front, might get a feel in the flaunt

Fuck how you feelin', Ricky Ross, I get a million to mine

I'm so mob, so mob, I get it so mob. Pullin' up to the trap, fresh off a blowjob

Yeah them thousand dollar jeans, pussy nigga tell that

If you waitin' on the sack, boy just hit my cell back

Boss. Noun. A person who oversees and directs the work of others

A supervisor. Bad people make for bad bosses

I've been a boss since my birthday. Jumped out the puss, feet first

Ten toes before the doc can say push

Marv Griffin, motherfucker, I'm a bastard. Mama look, I'm a boss, not a crook

And I did it from my notebook. Channel my anger, put my pain to the pen

I flew straight from the cage to a stage in Japan

Goddamn, I'm on another level, mad cause you ain't here with me

You want some hatin' shit? Me, I'm on the track with Ricky

Rosay blowin' haze in the parkin' lot. Big body, six chicks, four parkin' spots

I got a shorty in the backseat, she toppin' me off

Titties real, ass fake, but her jaws is still soft

That's that boss shit, yeah, that's what you call it

For me, that's the everyday routine of the life of Marvin, bitch

Ain't no more starvin', bitch, I earned my plate

I'm at the table, feed up, already set my grace

I had a taste of the other side, grass a lot greener

It's Jewlz, saillin' out on the cruise to Argentina

Fiend for the cash flow, weed and what's between the legs of a beautiful queen

You know what I mean huh