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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

[Verse 1]
I'm so compassionate
With my compositions
Check
[Verse 2]
Fascinated with foreign felines since I was knee high
This cigar got me buzzing like a bee hive
Fuck my old chick, I'm riding with my new thing
In her blue jeans, panties like shoe strings
Most wanted, I'm bin Laden on that beat, ****
Rubber band jeans sagging at my feet, ****
Hunnid grand for the wagon in the feet, ****
Black flagging, just bragging, I'm a street ****
[Verse 3]
On the grind, lil rappers wanna eat with us
Tryna shine like Birdman' teeth glitters
VMA, find time just to creep with her
So coincidental, walking down the street with her
My loose cheese, scooped up the Gucci
In two weeks, I flew through the boutiques
[Verse 4]
She get a time limit when I let her go and shop
Cruising in her car, click the Cuban at the top
**** know that my TECs explode
Down to go, toe to toe before Tecmo Bowl
Biggest boss in the game, chatter I never mind that
'Cause if it mattered, C Murder would go diamond
I reflect as I'm riding in that Rolls Royce
Get respect 'cause I give these hoes no choice
[Verse 5]
Because I
Because I do it
So, if you've never seen a boss ****
Then look at me
Because I do it
And they never seen  boss ****
But now they see
Because I do it
And I do it
And I do it
So, now you see what it means to be a boss
'Cause I do it
[Verse 6]
I'm the down south Nas, clique so Firm
Riding with a Fox as the cigar burn
**** sell weed, **** sell coke
If I was selling dope, baby, I'd be selling both
But I'm selling records, everything I touch, gold
Better yet, check the record, three milli' sold
Two handguns on the riders for the shows
On the road to the riches and I'm ridin' on Vogues
[Verse 7]
I elaborate on things I only been 'bout
Besides, we decide who's the in crowd
If it's me owing **** you speaking Carole
What I got to prove? we just moving kilos
See the Audemars, it's called a Terminator
The exact watch Arnold wore in Terminator
I let her ride me like a elevator
Clip another Cuban as I wait to celebrate us
[Verse 8]
Because I do it
So, if you've never seen a boss ****
Then look at me
Because I do it
And they never seen boss ****
But now they see
Because I do it
And I do it
And I do it
So, now you see what it means to be a boss
'Cause I do it
[Verse 9]
Fascinated with foreign felines, that's by design
As I recline, cut 'em like key lime
We both came, now it's right back to the tee time
I want a soda with no vulgar and no cheap wine
She told me that her other man broke
Walking on the clouds in my second hand smoke
I touched her with the second hand stroke
Got her mind racing quicker than a Lambo
Two seater, it couldn't fit Toccara
But I promise, baby, I'll be back tomorrow
In the big Beamer, bumping Bob Marley
Listen closely, hit a willow softly
[Verse 10]
Because I
Because I do it
So, if you've never seen a boss ****
Then look at me
'Cause I do it
And they never seen boss ****
But now they see
Because I do it
And I do it
And I do it
So, now you see what it means to be a boss
'Cause I do it
Written by: Chris Echols, Roosevelt Harrell, Skip Scarborough, William Roberts
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