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Ima Boss (feat. T.I., Birdman, Lil' Wayne, DJ Khaled, Rick Ross & Swizz Beatz) (Remix)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Lead Vocals
T.I.
T.I.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jahlil Beats
Jahlil Beats
Songwriter
Orlando Jahlil Tucker
Orlando Jahlil Tucker
Composer
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Lyrics
William Leonard Roberts II
William Leonard Roberts II
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jahlil Beats
Jahlil Beats
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Remix
One two, one two
This the I'ma Boss Remix
Meek Milly
Let's go
[Verse 2]
I'm ride or die as I'm riding by
Holler westside, right inside of my Beamer 760i
Try me, let of sixty shots, again we got the city hiding
Popping like it's supposed to be
Hoes who not menaging got no business standing close to me
So cold, a ferocious G, **** ain't as dope as me
Mind your fuckin' business, watch your mouth when you're approaching me
I fuck with hoes who fuck with hoes do pills and powder socially
I like 'em, I don't love 'em, no
Cold heart emotionally
Find me where the ocean is, riding in a Ghost again
Slap her with a lot of spit until she swallow all of it
Call the shots, run the shit, on some big money shit
Serious 'bout my hustle, all these cowards on that funny *shit
Grab 'em by the bunches, shit, and you ain't even done it yet
You the one they gunning at, how am I supposed to honor that?
You all talk, dog, flow, and I ain't having none of that
I'm bog boss dog, floss all day and run it back
[Verse 3]
Bitch I'ma boss (Alright)
Bitch I'ma boss (I'ma boss)
Bitch I'ma boss (I'ma boss)
I plan the shots, I call the calls
We in this bitch, it's going down
Yeah, I'm the king, now where my motherfukin' crown?
[Verse 4]
I'm a boss, you a boss
We don't care what it costs
You just buy that muthafucka' and you throw that shit on
You been popping them tags, we just throwing 'em things
And when we hit the fuckin' block, we chopping the rags
[Verse 5]
Bitch I'm a body with a dollar, turned it to a M
Used to ride Impala, turned it to a Benz
**** used to hate me, turned into my friends
You should see how people treat you when that money coming in
B-b-b-bad bitch is calling 'cause I'm balling
And these **** hating on me 'cause they starving in apartments
Aston Martin's where they walking
These **** ain't important
They informants, really talking when 'em people get to honking
I'm a boss, really
Nino or Al Pacino
Hunnid racks on this Rollie, it light up like a casino
**** really be fronting, I'ma keep it casino
Got shooters down in Miami, they throw it like Dan Marino
[Verse 6]
Had a couple seizures, call 'em minor setbacks
Everybody praying for me, I respect that
Woke up in the hospital, where my checks at?
Then I put eight chains where my neck's at
Hopping in that Ghost, I'm feeling blessed
Worth forty Ms, I respect that
I put all my jewels on just to bone your chick
You know the boss, well known for leaving bonuses
We making money, make it marinate
When the work clean, cut it like it's carrot cake
These boys love the way I narrate
I still whip it like it's anime
Remember, mama had a Cavalier
Now she living like a Cleveland Cavalier
Better check the stats, we filling arenas
And I got the Gat's, Gilbert arenas
[Verse 7]
Bitch I'ma boss (I'ma boss)
Bitch I'ma boss (I'ma boss)
I plan the shots, I call the calls
We in this bitch, it's going down
Yeah, I'm the king, now where my motherfukin' crown?
[Verse 8]
You do the boss, you a boss
Seven five, seven showers on her
Spent about thirteen hours on her
Seven fifty-seven with the showers on her
We spent about thirteen hours on her
[Verse 9]
Look, I be probably on my skateboard, tryna learn a new trick
I just fuck the Avatar, now I got a blue dick
Money talks bullshit, walks, if the shoe fits
You pushing up daisies, daffodils, tulips
I'm in my zone, I'm Angie Stone
I point the pistol at you like a camera phone
I'm Young Money, Cash Money, I'm not human
Born tryna get money, money like Mark Cuban
If she don't respect me, she gon' respect this dick
The world is a asshole, and we the next big shit
Damn right I gang bang, tell 'em Blood up slime
Fuck! I had to say fuck one time
[Verse 10]
When I came up in this bitch I was shining every summer
Took the whole thing, now young **** doing numbers
Tote two nines, iced out stunting
Candy on the Ave, candy on the slab
Hunnid Gs, Cash Money millionaire
Hunnid mil' ****, how we flipped it of the air
Blood Rich Gang, you know we filled in ****
The money do swing behind the killing ****
Catch me up town, putting it down
Moving all around, new fleets with my rounds
Touch another town, putting it all down
Pop a hundred bottles, bitch, we wear the crown
[Verse 11]
Bitch I'ma boss
Bitch I'ma boss (I'ma boss)
Bitch I'ma boss (I'ma boss)
I plan the shots, I call the calls
We in this bitch, it's going down
Yeah, I'm the king, now where my motherfukin' crown?
[Verse 12]
You a boss, you a boss
Seven five, seven showers on her
Spent about thirteen hours on her
Seven fifty-seven with the showers on her
We spent about thirteen hours on her
MMG
Written by: Jahlil Beats, Meek Mill, Rick Ross
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