Cigar Music

[Intro: Rick Ross]

Huh, huh

I'm so compassionate with my compositions

Check

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

Fascinated with foreign felines since I was knee high

This cigar got me buzzin' like a beehive

Fuck my old chick, I'm ridin' with my new thing

In her blue jeans, panties like shoestrings

Most wanted, I'm Bin Laden on a beat nigga

Rubber band jeans saggin' to my feet nigga

100 grand for the wagon and her feet nigga

Black flaggin', just braggin', I'm a street nigga

On the grind, little rappers wanna eat with us

Tryna shine like Birdman teeth glitters

VMA, find time just to creep with her

So coincidental, walkin' down the street with her

My loose cheese scooped up the Gucci

In two weeks, I flew through the boutiques

She get her time limit when I let her go and shop

Cruisin' in the car, clip the Cuban at the top

Niggas know that my TECs explode

Down to go toe-to-toe before Tecmo Bowl

Biggest boss in the game, chatter, I never mind that

Cause if it mattered, C-Murder would go diamond

I reflect as I'm ridin' in a Rolls Royce

Get respect cause I give these hoes no choice

[Chorus: Masspike Miles]

Because I-I-I-I-I

Because I do it (Do it)

So if you never seen a boss nigga, then look at me

Because I do it (Do it)

And they never seen a boss nigga, but now they see

Because I do it (Do it) and I do it

Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay (Yeah) and I do it (Ay)

So now you see what it means (Yeah)

To be a boss cause I do it

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

I'm the down south Nas, click so firm

Ridin' with a fox as the cigar burn

Niggas sell weed, niggas sell coke

If I was sellin' dope, baby I'd be sellin' both

But I'm sellin' records, everything I touch gold

Better yet, check the record, three milli' sold

Two handguns on the riders for the shows

On the road to the riches and I'm ridin' on (Vogues!)

I elaborate on things I only been bout

Besides, we decides who's the in-crowd, ah

If its Ne-Yo and niggas who speakin' Creole

What I gotta prove? We just keep movin' kilos

See the Audemar? It's call a terminator

The exact watch Arnold wore in Terminator

I let her ride me like a elevator (Ah)

Clip another Cuban as a way to celebrate her

[Chorus: Masspike Miles]

Because I do it (Do it)

So if you never seen a boss nigga, then look at me

Because I do it (Do it)

And they never seen a boss nigga, but now they see

Because I do it (Do it) and I do it

Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay (Yeah) and I do it (Ay)

So now you see what it means (Yeah)

To be a boss cause I do it

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]

Fascinated with foreign felines, that's my design

As I recline, cut 'em like key lime

We both came now it's right back to the tea time

I won't insult her with no vulgar or no cheap wine

She told me that her other man broke

Walkin' on the clouds of my second hand smoke

I touched her with the second hand stroke

Got her mind racin' quicker than a Lambo

Two-seater, it couldn't fit Toccara

But I promise baby, I'll be back tomorrow

In a big Beamer bumpin' Bob Marley

Listen closely and hit her way little softly

[Chorus: Masspike Miles]

Because I-I-I-I-I

Because I do it (Do it)

So if you never seen a boss nigga, then look at me

Because I do it (Do it)

And they never seen a boss nigga, but now they see

Because I do it (Do it) and I do it

Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay (Yeah) and I do it (Ay)

So now you see what it means (Yeah)

To be a boss cause I do it