Ima Boss (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
Remix!
(One two, one two)
This the I'ma Boss Remix
Meek Milly (Woo!)
Let's go!

[Verse 1: T.I., Rick Ross]
I'm ride or die as I'm ridin' by, holla Westside right inside of my
Bimmer 760i, try me let off sixty shots
Again we got the city hot and popping like it 'posed to be
Hoes who not ménaging got no business standing close to me
So cold, a ferocious G, n*ggas ain't as dope as me
Mind your f*ckin' business, watch your mouth when you approachin' me
I f*ck with hoes who f*ck with hoes, do pills and powder socially
I like 'em, I don't love 'em though, cold heart emotionally (Huh)
Captain where the ocean is, riding in the Ghost again
Slap you with a lot of spit until she swallow all of it (Woo!)
Call the shots, run the sh*t, on some big money sh*t
Serious 'bout my hustle, all these cowards on that funny sh*t
Rapping 'bout a bunch of sh*t and you ain't even done it yet
You the one they gunning at, how I'm 'posed to honor that?
You all-talk, dawg, flaw and I ain't having none of that
I'm big boss, dawg, floss all day and run it back

[Chorus: Meek Mill, T.I. & Rick Ross]
b*tch, I'm a boss! (Right)
b*tch, I'm a boss! (I'm a boss!) b*tch, I'm a boss! (I'm a boss!)
I play the shots (huh!), I call the calls (Huh)
We in this b*tch, it's going down
Yeah, I'm the king, now where my muhf*cking crown? (Huh!) (M-M-Maybach Music)
[Post-Chorus: Swizz Beatz, Rick Ross]
You a boss, she a boss, you don't care what it cost
You just buy that motherf*cker and you throw that sh*t on (Huh!)
You be popping them tags, we just throw it in bags
And then we hit the f*cking block, we be droppin' them rags (Rah)

[Verse 2: Meek Mill, Rick Ross, Meek Mill & Rick Ross]
Started with a dollar (huh), turn it to a M (Huh)
Used to ride Impala (woo), turn it to a Benz (Woo)
n*ggas used to hate me, turn into my friends (Haha-ha)
You should see how people treat you when that money coming in
Ba-ba-ba-bad b*tches calling cause I'm balling (Woo)
And these n*ggas hatin' on me 'cause they starving and I'm parking
Aston Martins where they walking, these n*ggas ain't important
They informants really talking when the people get to honking (Huh)
I'm a boss, really, Nino or Al Pacino
Hundred racks on this Rollie, it light up like a casino
n*ggas really be fraud (huh), I'ma keep it a C-note (Huh)
Got shooters down in Miami, they throw it like Dan Marino (Haha, yeah!) ('an Marino, ah!, 'an Marino, ah!)

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Had a couple seizures, call 'em minor setbacks (Huh)
Everybody praying for me, I respect that (Huh)
Woke up in the hospital, where my checks at? (Woo!)
Then I put eight chains, where my neck's at (Woo!)
Hopping in the Ghost, I feel I'm dead set (Woo!)
Worth 40 M's so respect that (Huh)
I put all my jewels on just to bone your chick (Ha!)
You know the boss well known for leavin' bonuses (M-M-Maybach Music)
We making money, may it marinate (M-M-Maybach Music)
When the work clean, cut it like it's carrot cake (Yeah)
D-boys love the way I narrate (Yeah)
I still whip it like it's Anna Mae (Haha!)
Remember momma had a Cavalier (Huh)
Now she living like a Cleveland Cavalier
Better check the stats, we fillin' arenas (Woo)
And I got the gats, Gilbert Arenas
[Chorus: Meek Mill, Rick Ross]
b*tch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss!), b*tch, I'm a boss! (I'm a boss!)
I play the shots (huh), I call the calls (Huh)
We in this b*tch, it's going down
Yeah, I'm the king, now where my muhf*cking crown? (Huh, hrr, hrr)

[Post-Chorus: Swizz Beatz, Rick Ross, Lil Wayne]
You a boss, you a boss, 7-5-7, showers on it (Huh)
Spend about thirteen hours on it (Huh)
757 with the showers on it (Woo)
We spent about thirteen hours on it (Huh)

[Verse 4: Lil' Wayne, Rick Ross]
Look, I be probably on my skateboard, tryna learn a new trick
I just f*cked an Avatar, now I got a blue di*k
Money talks, bullsh*t walks if the shoe fit
You pushing up daisies, daffodils, tulips
I'm in my zone, I'm Angie Stoned
I point the pistol at you like a camera phone (Huh)
I'm Young Money, Cash Money, I'm not human
I'm tryna get money, money like Mark Cuban
If she don't respect me, she gon' respect this di*k (Woo!)
The world is an as*h*le and we the next big sh*t
Damn right, I gangbang, tell 'em blood up, slime
f*ck! I had to say "f*ck" one time. Get it!
[Verse 5: Birdman, Rick Ross]
When I came up in this b*tch I was shining every summer (every summer)
Took the whole thing, the young n*gga doing numbers (Yeah, huh)
Tote two nines, b*tch, iced out stunting
C-C-Candy on the Ave (Ave), candy on the slab (slab)
Hundred G's, n*gga, Cash Money millionaires
Hundred mil', n*gga, how we flipped it off the ave (off the ave)
Blood rich gang, you know we filthy, n*gga
The money do swang, behind a killer, n*gga (behind a killer, n*gga)
Catch me uptown putting it down
Moving all around, new fleets with my round
Tou-Tou-Touch another town, pu-pu-putting it all down
Po-Po-Pop a hundred bottles b*tch, we wear the crown

[Chorus: Meek Mill, Rick Ross]
b*tch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss!), b*tch, I'm a boss! (I'm a boss!)
I play the shots (huh), I call the calls (Huh)
We in this b*tch, it's going down
Yeah, I'm the king, now where my muhf*cking crown? (Huh) Hey!

[Post-Chorus: Swizz Beatz, Rick Ross]
You a boss, you a boss, 7-5-7 showers on it (Huh)
Spend about thirteen hours on it (Huh)
757 with the showers on it (Woo!)
We spent about thirteen hours on it (Woo!)

[Outro: Rick Ross]
MMG
Huh