DJ Khaled, we the best ***, we the best, man, listen Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money You *** really wanna talk money? *** real, that
hair pin Big w***, we don't need a scale man Big papers say g'mornin to the mailman What'chu know ?bout putting bricks in the spare man? I can stuff
she ain't on it then long it Make her know who the is boss like Norwich Come like she don't know mans credentials She must want man to run off like sonic The likkle man
thousand Swisher Sweets In my black and orange Charger, call it trick or treat It ain't nothin' to a boss, my goons got goons House stupid dumb big, my
aint have nothing he used to stall em now I with the boss dogg, all the bad hoes want him and my pockets on swole, I'm talking Rick Ross big and now
so sick I need a healer fuck is my M.A.C concealer I be out in queens on the back of four whee whee whee whee whee whe wheelers I'm a big deal That'
kin Never ever seen What their future might have been The fire boss's hands are clean as a whistle The fat cat knows he's a company man But he should
know we doin' a song for the ladies They want records too, you know So if you want to come kick it wit' some real pimp A real man, a young boss, girl,
further, I'm the player for ya Sittin big on the 20 somethin inch thangs Leanin on the leather, grippin grain with them big rangs Big piece, big chain with the big
I flips it quickly loose this trouble for these people get with me holla at my hoes 'cause i dip my bitches from gold to platinum from rag to riches im the boss of the boss
trouble 'fore these people get with me Holla at my hoes 'cause I dip my bitches From gold to platinum from rag to riches I'm the boss of the boss, the
I've kicked around a lot since high school I've worked a lot of nowhere gigs From keyboard man in a rock'n ska band To haulin' boss crude in the big
aint finna argue still big shit poppin, nothing changed but my clothes triple digits in my pocket, rubber band bank roll tell the bitch I take you places where your man
yo' sis And she love it When I take her down even when I do my duggy Like a DJ in the bed when i'm cuttin' City kid pull up in that big truck Call it
turn up North ? hurt no tell de boss And if dem tell me off dey are a bunch of ghosts And if dem gal are up, well den dem know da gal are boss De rap
wish i could but i cant say some other names cuz of the feds and to my bloods, code red man u know how we plead and if it cost to be the boss, oh well
talking] Fuck you bitch-ass niggas you know what I'm saying Straight like that from the bottom of my heart Aiyyo, you know what I'm saying, yeah Man this
huh, get on up Rhythmeen is down Rhythmeen thing Mean, mean Rhythmeen Can't get enough of that special sauce The back beat's the big boss Here comes