| 歌曲 | I'm a Boss (Remix) |
| 歌手 | T.I. |
| 歌手 | Meek Mill |
| 歌手 | Rick Ross |
| 歌手 | Lil Wayne |
| 歌手 | Birdman |
| 歌手 | Swizz Beatz |
| 专辑 | Can’t Kill the King |
| I’m ride or die, as we ridin’ by | |
| Holla westside which side am I? | |
| Beemer 760i, Try me, let off 60 shots | |
| Again we got the city hot and | |
| Poppin’ like it ‘posed to be | |
| Hoes who not menaging got no business standing close to me | |
| So cold, a ferocious G, | |
| Niggas ain't as dope as me, mind you fuckin’ business | |
| Watch ya mouth when you approaching me | |
| I fuck with hoes who fucks with hoes, do pills and powder socially | |
| I like em I don't love ‘em though, cold heart emotionally | |
| Ask me where the ocean is | |
| Ridin in a ghost again | |
| Slap it wit' 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 | |
| Rappin’ ’bout a bunch of shit | |
| And you ain't even done it yet | |
| You the one they gunnin’ at | |
| How I’m ‘posed to honor that? | |
| You all talk dawg, flow and I ain't having none of that | |
| I’m big boss dawg floss all day, run it back | |
| [Meek Mill - Hook] | |
| Bitch, I’m a BOSS! | |
| Bitch, I’m a BOSS! | |
| I’ma boss, I’ma boss | |
| I play the shots | |
| I call the calls | |
| We in this bitch | |
| It’s goin’ down | |
| Yeah, I’m the king | |
| Now where my mufuckin’ crown? | |
| [Swiss Beatz] | |
| You a boss, you a boss | |
| He don’t care what it cost | |
| You just buy that muthafucka and you throw that shit on? | |
| You be poppin’ them tags | |
| We just throw it in bags | |
| And then we hit the fucking block, we be dropping them rags | |
| [Meek Mill] | |
| Started with a dollar, turned it to a M | |
| Used to ride Impala, turned it to a Benz | |
| Niggaz used hate me, turned into my friends | |
| You should see how people treat you when that money coming in | |
| Bad bitches callin’ cause I’m ballin’ | |
| And these niggas hatin’ on me cause they starving and I’m parking Aston Martin’s where they walking | |
| These bitches ain’t important, they informants really talking when the people get to honking | |
| I’ma a boss, really, Nino or Al Pacino | |
| > Hundred racks on his Rollie, it light up like a casino | |
| Niggas really be fraud, I’ma keep it a c-note | |
| > Got shooters down in Miami | |
| They throw it like Dan Marino | |
| [Rick Ross] | |
| Had a couple seizures, call it minor setbacks | |
| Everybody praying for me, I respect that | |
| Woke up in the hospital, where my checks at? | |
| Then I put 8 chains where my necks at | |
| > Hopping in the Ghost I feel I’m best at | |
| Worth 40 M’s so 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, may it marinate | |
| When the work clean, cut it like it’s carrot cake | |
| D-boys love the way I narrate | |
| I still whip it like it’s Anna Mae | |
| [Tina Turner reference] | |
| Remember momma had a cavalier | |
| Now she living like a Cleveland Cavalier | |
| Better check the stats, we filling arena’s | |
| And I got the gats, Gilbert Arenas | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Swizz Beatz] | |
| You a boss, you a boss | |
| 75, 7 showers on her | |
| Spend about 13 hours on it | |
| 757 with the showers on it | |
| We spent about 13 hours on it | |
| [Lil Wayne] | |
| Look, I be probably on my skateboard, tryna learn a new trick | |
| I just fucked the avatar, now I got a blue dick | |
| Money talks, bullshit walks if the shoe fit | |
| 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 | |
| Boy, I’m tryna get money money like Mark Cuban | |
| If she don’t respect me, she gon' respect this dick | |
| The World is an asshole and we the next big shit | |
| Damn right I gang bang, tell ‘em blood up slime | |
| Fuck off, I had to say fuck one time, get it? | |
| [Birdman] | |
| When I came up in this bitch I was shining every summer | |
| Took the whole thing, the young nigga doing numbers | |
| Tote two nine bitch, iced out stuntin’ | |
| Candy on the ave, candy on the slab | |
| Hundred G’s nigga, Cash Money millionaires | |
| Hundred mill nigga, how we flipped it off the ave | |
| Blood rich gang, you know we filled it nigga | |
| The money do swing behind a killin’ nigga | |
| Catch me uptown puttin’ it down | |
| Moving all around, new fleets with my round | |
| Touch another town, puttin’ it all down | |
| Pop a hundred bottles bitch, we wear the crown | |
| [Hook] |
| I' m ride or die, as we ridin' by | |
| Holla westside which side am I? | |
| Beemer 760i, Try me, let off 60 shots | |
| Again we got the city hot and | |
| Poppin' like it ' posed to be | |
| Hoes who not menaging got no business standing close to me | |
| So cold, a ferocious G, | |
| Niggas ain' t as dope as me, mind you fuckin' business | |
| Watch ya mouth when you approaching me | |
| I fuck with hoes who fucks with hoes, do pills and powder socially | |
| I like em I don' t love ' em though, cold heart emotionally | |
| Ask me where the ocean is | |
| Ridin in a ghost again | |
| Slap it wit' 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 | |
| Rappin' ' bout a bunch of shit | |
| And you ain' t even done it yet | |
| You the one they gunnin' at | |
| How I' m ' posed to honor that? | |
| You all talk dawg, flow and I ain' t having none of that | |
| I' m big boss dawg floss all day, run it back | |
| Meek Mill Hook | |
| Bitch, I' m a BOSS! | |
| Bitch, I' m a BOSS! | |
| I' ma boss, I' ma boss | |
| I play the shots | |
| I call the calls | |
| We in this bitch | |
| It' s goin' down | |
| Yeah, I' m the king | |
| Now where my mufuckin' crown? | |
| Swiss Beatz | |
| You a boss, you a boss | |
| He don' t care what it cost | |
| You just buy that muthafucka and you throw that shit on? | |
| You be poppin' them tags | |
| We just throw it in bags | |
| And then we hit the fucking block, we be dropping them rags | |
| Meek Mill | |
| Started with a dollar, turned it to a M | |
| Used to ride Impala, turned it to a Benz | |
| Niggaz used hate me, turned into my friends | |
| You should see how people treat you when that money coming in | |
| Bad bitches callin' cause I' m ballin' | |
| And these niggas hatin' on me cause they starving and I' m parking Aston Martin' s where they walking | |
| These bitches ain' t important, they informants really talking when the people get to honking | |
| I' ma a boss, really, Nino or Al Pacino | |
| Hundred racks on his Rollie, it light up like a casino | |
| Niggas really be fraud, I' ma keep it a cnote | |
| Got shooters down in Miami | |
| They throw it like Dan Marino | |
| Rick Ross | |
| Had a couple seizures, call it minor setbacks | |
| Everybody praying for me, I respect that | |
| Woke up in the hospital, where my checks at? | |
| Then I put 8 chains where my necks at | |
| Hopping in the Ghost I feel I' m best at | |
| Worth 40 M' s so 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, may it marinate | |
| When the work clean, cut it like it' s carrot cake | |
| Dboys love the way I narrate | |
| I still whip it like it' s Anna Mae | |
| Tina Turner reference | |
| Remember momma had a cavalier | |
| Now she living like a Cleveland Cavalier | |
| Better check the stats, we filling arena' s | |
| And I got the gats, Gilbert Arenas | |
| Hook | |
| Swizz Beatz | |
| You a boss, you a boss | |
| 75, 7 showers on her | |
| Spend about 13 hours on it | |
| 757 with the showers on it | |
| We spent about 13 hours on it | |
| Lil Wayne | |
| Look, I be probably on my skateboard, tryna learn a new trick | |
| I just fucked the avatar, now I got a blue dick | |
| Money talks, bullshit walks if the shoe fit | |
| 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 | |
| Boy, I' m tryna get money money like Mark Cuban | |
| If she don' t respect me, she gon' respect this dick | |
| The World is an asshole and we the next big shit | |
| Damn right I gang bang, tell ' em blood up slime | |
| Fuck off, I had to say fuck one time, get it? | |
| Birdman | |
| When I came up in this bitch I was shining every summer | |
| Took the whole thing, the young nigga doing numbers | |
| Tote two nine bitch, iced out stuntin' | |
| Candy on the ave, candy on the slab | |
| Hundred G' s nigga, Cash Money millionaires | |
| Hundred mill nigga, how we flipped it off the ave | |
| Blood rich gang, you know we filled it nigga | |
| The money do swing behind a killin' nigga | |
| Catch me uptown puttin' it down | |
| Moving all around, new fleets with my round | |
| Touch another town, puttin' it all down | |
| Pop a hundred bottles bitch, we wear the crown | |
| Hook |