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I'ma Boss Remix Lyrics

"I'ma Boss Remix" was written by Tucker, Orlando Jahlil / Williams, Robert(meek Mill) / Ross, Rick.
"I'ma Boss Remix" was written by Tucker, Orlando Jahlil / Williams, Robert(meek Mill) / Ross, Rick.

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Remix!
One two one two (one two one two)
This the I'ma Boss remix
Meek Milly
Let's go!

I'm ride or die, I'm ridin' by, hollerin' West Side right inside of my
Beemer 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, a ferocious G, niggas ain't as dope as me
Mind your fuckin' business, watch your mouth when you approachin' me
I fuck with hoes who fuck with hoes, do pills and powder socially
I like 'em, I don't love 'em though, cold heart emotionally
Had me 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 shit, on some big money shit
Serious 'bout my hustle all these cowards on that funny shit
Rappin' 'bout a bunch of shit
And you ain't even done it yet
You the one they gunnin' at
How I'm 'posed to honour that
You all talk dawg, flaw and I ain't havin' none of that
I'm big boss dawg floss all day, and run it back

Bitch I'm a boss (huh)
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
I plan the shots (huh)
I call the calls (huh)
We in this bitch
It's goin' down
Yeah, I'm the king
Now where my mufuckin' crown?

I'ma boss, she a boss
He don't care what it cost
You just buy that motherfucker and you throw that shit on
You keep poppin' them tags
We just throw it in bags
And then we hit the fucking block, we be droppin' them rags

Started with a dollar, turn it to an M
Used to ride Impala, turn it to a Benz
Niggas used to hate me, turn into my friends
You should see how people treat you when that money coming in
Bad bitches callin' cause I'm ballin'
And these niggas hatin' on me cause they starvin'
And I'm parkin' Aston Martins where they walkin'
These niggas ain't important
They informants really talkin' when them people get to honkin'
I'm a boss really, Nino or Al Pacino
Hundred racks on his Rollie, he light up like a casino
Niggas really be fraudin', I'ma keep it a C note
Got shooters down in Miami, they throw it like Dan Marino

Huh
Rozay
Had a couple seizures, call 'em 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 I'm best at
Worth forty M's, I respect that
I put all my jewels 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 it's carrot cake
D-boys love the way I narrate
I still whip it like it's 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 Arena's

Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
I plan the shots (huh)
I call the calls (huh)
We in this bitch
It's goin' down
Yeah, I'm the king
Now where my mufuckin' crown?

If 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

Look, I be probably on my skateboard, tryna learn a new trick
I just fucked a Avatar, now I got a blue dick
Money talks, bullshit walks if the shoe fit
You pushin' up daisies, daffodils, tulips
I'm in my zone, I'm Angie Stoned
I point the pistol at you like a camera phone
I'm Young Money, Cash Money, I'm not human
Boy I'm tryna get money, money like Mark Cuban
If she don't respect me, she gon' respect this dick
The world is a asshole and we the next big shit
Damn right I gang bang, tell 'em blood up slime
Fuck, I had to say fuck one time, get it

When I came up in this bitch I was shinin' every summer
Took the whole thing, the young nigga doin' numbers
Tote two nines bitch, iced out stuntin'
Candy on the ave, candy on the slab
Hundred G's nigga, Cash Money Millionaires
Hundred mill nigga, how we flipped it off the ave
Blood rich gang, you know we filthy nigga
The money do swing, behind a killin' nigga
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 bitch, we wear the crown

Bitch I'm a boss (huh)
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
I plan the shots (huh)
I call the calls (huh)
We in this bitch
It's goin' down
Yeah, I'm the king
Now where my mufuckin' crown?

If 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

MMG, huh

Songwriters
Tucker, Orlando Jahlil / Williams, Robert(Meek Mill) / Ross, Rick

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