Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
Masspike Miles
Masspike Miles
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Skip Scarborough
Skip Scarborough
Songwriter
Chris Echols
Chris Echols
Songwriter
R. Harrell
R. Harrell
Songwriter
William Leonard Roberts II
William Leonard Roberts II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Bink
Bink
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(*Prod. by Bink!) Uhh Uhh I'm so compassionate with my compositions Check it 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 Bid Laden on a beat nigga Rubberband jeans saggin on 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 Tryin to shine like birdman man 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 2 weeks I flew thru the boutiques She get her time livin when I let her go and shop Cruisin in the car click the cuban at the top Niggas know that my techs explode Down to go toe to toe before tecmo bowl Biggest boss in the game, chedder I never mind that Cause if it matter c murder would go diamond I reflect as I'm ridin in a Rolls Royce, Get respect because I give these hoes no choice Because I Because I do it So if you never seen a boss nigga, Then look at me Because I do it And they never seen a boss nigga But now they see Because I do it And I do it I-I-I-I-I And I do it Yeah so now you see what it means To be a boss cause I do it I'm the down-south Nas Click so fur Ridin with a fox as the cigar burn Niggas sell weed, niggas sell coke If I was sellin dope baby id be sellin both But I'm sellin records everything I touch gold Better yet check the record 3 million sold 2 hand guns on the writers for the shows On the road to the riches when I'm ridin on vogues I elaborate on things I only been bout Besides, we decides whos the in crowd If it's ne-yo and niggas who speakin creo But I got the prove we just keep movin kilos See the Altima it's call it terminator The exact watch only war on terminator I let her ride me like a elevator Clip another cuban as I wait to celebrate her 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 wanna soda with no vogo and no cheap wine She told me betterer than man broke Walkin on the clouds in my second hand smoke I touched her with the seconds hand stroke Got her mind racin quicker than a Lambo 2 seater it could'ntfit tacara But I promise baby I'll be back tomorrow In a big beamer bumpin Bob Marley Listen closely and hit a woman softly
Writer(s): William Roberts, Skip Scarborough, Roosevelt Harrell, Cordale Antwone Echols Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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