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I got 700 bitches in my roster
Used to call me big boss
Always kept the shades on my body, rick ross
Only rocking chains on my body big dog
So you

rich from the hood YMCMB
Yeah Maybach, brrrap

[Verse 3 - Rick Ross]
I'm that fat muthfucker, young entrepreneurs
Zombies in the street we got them

5,4 but im big dawg
Say it with yo chest like a big dawg
Keep my bag in check, cuz im big dawg
Hustle everyday like im rick ross 

Starting with

to a fucking cross
In my eyes Tabasco sauce
Meditation cross cross 
Eating pears Rick Ross
Go to jail pod boss
Paint away bob Ross

Yes I got lip injections 
Yes

Damn, Damn, Damn fortyyy

Can’t be knocked off nigga I’m the Top Dawg
Bitch, I’m the big boss pockets on Rick Ross
Bitch, got my dick, in her mouth

would all be so simple 
Let me make it official 
I book the flights tonight 
By the morn we'll be switching positions on this earth 
I gotta leave 
My

you down
Rick Ross be the boss in the Phantom and all
Got round the clock rocks, spring, winter, and fall
Some of y'all might call me crazy
But

They wanna f*ck with a boss. Everyday hustle I feel like Rick Ross yea. Heard that they taking a loss. Trapped all inside they be locked in a box

You know what it is
Its your boy back in the building
This right here is one of them, one of them
You know what im talkin bout

Down Here we got

After we did all the
Groundwork, outta nowhere
Here you come jumpin' in
Why should we fuckin' bring you in after
We got all these views comin' in?
Why

God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy and Chrissy
We was kissin

Codeine
COBAIN
Cold brew
No kombucha
Just COLTRANE
5th Ave
Blow
Sax on the block
A great day in Harlem
Well maybe that's the problem
We living for today
We

Her and I got dancy lemme show you how it go, Ay
First you step up then we criss cross
Now you caught the vibe, you hit the Rick Ross
Better stay

Mikrofone Rob

Big Dog on the mic I'm like a Black Clifford
Six calls in one night cause I'm a cat kisser
Rick Ross with my price let's make the fam

calls
She want what's in my drawers
But of her pain I'm still the cause
I'm balling like Rick Ross
All of these diamonds hide my loss
If you want power

flicked off
I'm a head cause that's what bread does
I be gettin money like Rick Ross
No drug money I'm legit dawg
But my boys will still get it off
Beez in

Got em fo’ low
Ottomans I Lock em in like Rodaman woah!
Like what did it cost, to run at the boss, my pockets Rick Ross
Like ma-tab is lost
Whoosh!
That

Shit don’t matter

Pockets fatter 

In the foreign whip, whip 

That’s my dream

No codeine but I lean on this fix 

Savage the way I floss 

No Rick

I'm a boss
Rick Ross
At the top
Keep a Glock
I'm ready
I'm ready
I'm ready
Try to plot
You will get shot
Ready or not
Cause I'm ready
I'm ready
I'm

Got the juice got the sauce
Big playa I'm the big boss
Everyday I'm hustling lil nigga
Like I'm Rick Ross
Fucking with a shorty who poppin
With her

counting this money
And stacking up all the hundreds (Aye)
We ain't have to do it like them
Arm in the rim
It's like we play ball or something (Aye)
No drug

a big loss
I'm the biggest boss
I feel like Rick Ross
I ain't gonna lie
They got me
I ain't seen it all but I seen a lot
Watch a mother keep they kid from

Checking all the dope and say it's real, real good 
Ride in the road man I get my serve on, 
Talking on a cell phone real, real hook 
Checking all the dope

know that they gon hate me I don't do it like the newbees( I know )
Feel like Rick Ross yeah I hustle everyday (Yeah)
Feelings of Boss boy I'm on my own