Meek Mill – I’m A Boss Lyrics

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