Meek Mill – I’m A Boss Lyrics

Erything black on black you know I be strappn that. You say I don’t run my city? (an) O.G. You cross the line, I get
u
murdered full cost. Bitch I’m a king – call me sire! I run my city
from
South Philly back to uptown. I’m good, what I
say? look at me! Bitch I’m a bosss Rattin’ ass
niggas walkin ’round wearin’ wires! Look I be ridin threw my old hood, but I’m in my new whip, same old
attitude but
I’m on that new shit. You a fraud! [Chorus: Meek Mill]
bitch im a boss
bitch ima boss
i plan the shots
i call the calls
we in this bitch
its goin down
yea im the king now
wheres my muthaf*ckin crown? They say they gone rob me, see me never do shit,
’cause
they know that’s the reason they gon’ end up on them news clips. You a
muthaf*cking liar! f*ckin up the game, got the hood on
fire. an I put that on my Maybach, four hundred thou bitch, you wish
you
saved that…
[chorus]
[Meek Mill:]
Couple cars i dont neva drive, bikes i dont neva ride, crib I ain’t neva
been
[to], pool i dont neva swim [in], fool u ain’t better than [me], I move
like the
president! Jerry Jones money,
nigga
you a running back. Audemar
[[Piguet Wristwatch]] on my wrist, bustdown! Thank god, all these bottles I pop, all this
paper
I been gettin, all these models I popped, I done sold 100thousand ‘fore my
album
got dropped, and I’m only 23, I’m the shit, now look at me! [Rick Ross:]
Got so many shades they thought I had a lazy eye. I’m
a
boss like my nigga Rozay [Rick Ross], shawty asked me for a check, I told
that
bitch like ‘no way!’, cause I made it from the bottom, there was never no
way,
an’ I never had a job, you know I had to sell yay![cocaine] Bitch I’m a
boss, I
call the shots, I’m with the murder team, so call the cops, we in the
building, y’all are not, you short on the paper, you gon’ ball or not? Boss! we poppin bottles like I
scored the
winning touchdown. Look at me up now! Out in vegas, I twist them laws, at the fight we
watchin Floyd [Maywhether], we on the floor. is one who
standin’ on his own feet; a boss is one who guarantee we gone eat! Hershall Walker, Bo Jack, Ricky Waters better run that
dope
back! f*ck a
blog
dawg cause one day we gone meet! I’m a spazz on yo ass like I’m on E,
[extacy] or a double stack, nigga, better double that. ‘Memba me dead broke? Bitch I’m a boss! Shorty rode me smooth as
my
Mercedes ride. Scared money don’t make no
money,
if I ever go broke, I’ma take your money, I ain’t never dropped a dime, you
ain’t gon’ take nutin from me, I’m in the hood every day. No love, cry when only babies die, and when I go that casket
better cost a hundred thou! I pray to god I look my killer in his eyes,
snatch
his soul out that shirt let’s take him for that pride.