Boss (2006)

[Chorus: Dre] 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, la la, la la Do whatcha like Ross, la la, la la, la la Do whatcha like [Verse 1: Rick Ross] 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' rim's 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 Grand daddy kush, or the purt, yellow diamonds is boss That dime a boss, she fine as a house And she drivin' a Porsche, she designed for a boss [Chorus: Dre] 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, la la, la la Do whatcha like Ross, la la, la la, la la Do whatcha like [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I'm ridin' big, I'm hoppin' lanes My Chevy thang, got this 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'mma spend it I'mma floss, I'm a winner You the loss, all these niggas Sprinkle soft cause I'm the pepper and the salt 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, its Ricky Ross If you buy, if you spend it, fuck the cost You's a boss, You a boss [Chorus: Dre] 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, la la, la la Do whatcha like Ross, la la, la la, la la Do whatcha like [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Before the block 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 ho's 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 brain 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 [Chorus: Dre] 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, la la, la la Do whatcha like Ross, la la, la la, la la Do whatcha like