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Baby boss
Rick Ross
Going off, gravy sauce
Gimme the top with the lip gloss
Nasty boy, bi'h I'm takin off
Baby boss, ooh
Baby boss, ooh
Baby

order wake up in the morning and do it again and again and again
Do it again and again and again
Do it again and again
Put them in a rotation by order

like Rick Ross
I move like a boss on em
I might go buy the block
I might go buy some stock
Fuck it I buy the watch
I ain't got time to stop
Forex

YO BANGALORE 
STAND UP

I be doin boss Shit 
Lagoon Rick ross saare Opps kehte Moshpits All his
Street's pey Hum All lit Ballin Nine on the beat

the duffel
Fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, fuck em
Gotta keep extra clips when you bumble
When your niggas bitch up, you in trouble
My pockets fat, Rick Ross fat

Let me remind you this is not a house
Where peace be an option and I'm not a scared mouse
Don't sound like Rick Ross
Trying hard to be the boss
But I

Yuh (yeah, yeah)
Ay yuh
I don’t dance
I don’t even like TikTok
Never gonna stop till I’m big
Like Rick Ross
Look at my wrist, bust down
That’s a big

swerve off and keep clear My time nigga we here
Do it big like Rick Ross, you Rick Ross when he eat pears
I bury worth in my work, 9 to 5 when i exert
My

many times for this shit
I put everything I got all into the music
Y'all abuse it I'm used to it
But I'm still smiling cuz I know I'm the best to do it

walk
They don't like the way I ball, I'll love it when I see them fall
I just wanna be a boss, I wanna be like Rick Ross
I give it up to God, I'll cop it

ourself from earning a slave wage
Don't you think we all want to live out our days like Rick Ross balling out on $500 steaks?
Think about it

Yeah yeah click clack and the criss cross
Packing the big belly like I'm Rick Ross
He's got that big dawg with those taxes in a pickle
I keep racks in my

care bout no cost
Flexin' on my hoes 'cause it's they loss
Feelin' like the biggest boss, Rick Ross
Niggas out here flippin', man, call it criss-cross
I

the power like my name is will
Wait yea I'm the boss
I don't care what it cost
Do you wanna catch your loss
Eat good like I'm Rick Ross
Watch your lingo that

the morning lift off, got my heart racing need a pit stop 
Rollin up some blunts fat, like Rick Ross
(Imma do this 'til I die aye)

Put in the time, put in

Push the exhaust
Big grunts like Rick Ross
Still cooking all the sauces up
You can find me when the Saucers come
Until then it's
Red rum
Red rum
And move

that bullshit
Ay, Ay, Ay 
Hustle hard and stack it up, hustle hard and stack it up

Gotta boss up like Rick Ross, blow gelato like Young Dolph
Get 2

boss shit
Rick Ross, move him out the way he guarding up
Hit em crisscross
If I put this tester to your ice, would it go off?
Would it go off?
Respect my

about that shit so please just turn it off
Before I leave you flip flopped just like Rick Ross

You are not the one who will get around
Things will stay

I Made it up out this hell

I prevail
Light a L
For all my niggas
That's lost
Inside the sauce
The wings are taking off
Like Wingstop
Rick Ross
This

off
No lights I still shine
Get mine I’ma get mine
I got it up in no time flies when you love doing your day job
AP no G shock we rock
Rick Ross big

to make it

We set our own rules and we document the pages


Yeah


( Hook )


That's black power

Rick Ross that's black power

Lil Wayne that's black

Fuck niggas do what they can, uh
Real niggas do what they want, yeah
I fuck with Young Scooter and the Black Migo Gang
'Cause I know he gon' keep it

I didn't get higher like Lil Keed
Or otherwise I would've been fried not freed

I deeply regret it and I ain't wanna go back there again
I cannot be