[Intro: Rick Ross]
Uhh, uhh
I'm so compa**ionate with my compositions
Check it
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Fascinated with foreign felines since I was knee high
This cigar got me buzzin like a beehive
f** my old chick I'm ridin with my new thing
In her blue jeans, panties like shoestrings
Most wanted, I'm Bin Laden on a beat n***a
Rubberband jeans saggin on my feet n***a
100 grand for the wagon and her feet n***a
Black flaggin just braggin I'm a street n***a
On the grind little rappers wanna eat with us
Tryin to shine like birdman man teeth glitters
VMA find time just to creep wit her
So coincidental walkin down the street wit her
My loose cheese scooped up the Gucci
In 2 weeks I flew thru the boutiques
She get her time limit when I let her go and shop
Cruisin in the car clip the cuban at the top
n***as know that my techs explode
Down to go toe to toe before Tecmo Bowl
Biggest boss in the game, chatter I never mind that
Cuz if it mattered C-Murder would go diamond
I reflect as I'm ridin in a Rolls Royce
Get respect because I give these hoes no choice
[Hook: Ma**pike Miles]
Because I-I-I-I-I
Because I do it
So if you never seen a boss n***a
Then look at me
Because I do it
And they never seen a boss n***a
But now they see
Because I do it
And I do it
I-I-I-I-I
And I do it
Yeah so now you see what it means
To be a boss cuz I do it
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I'm the down-south Nas
Click so firm
Ridin with a fox as the cigar burn
n***as sell weed, n***as sell coke
If I was sellin dope baby I'd be sellin both
But I'm sellin records everything I touch gold
Better yet check the record 3 million sold
2 hand guns on the riders for the show
On the road to the riches when I'm ridin on vogues
I elaborate on things I only been bout
Besides, we decides who's the in crowd
If its Ne-Yo and n***as who speakin Creole
What I got the prove we just keep movin kilos
See the Audemar its call it Terminator
The exact watch only Arnold wore in Terminator
I let her ride me like a elevator
Clip another cuban as I wait to celebrate her
[Hook: Ma**pike Miles]
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Fascinated with foreign felines, that's my design
As I recline cut em like key lime
We both came now its right back to the tea time
I wanna soda with no vulgar or no cheap wine
She told me that her other man man broke
Walkin on the clouds in my second hand smoke
I touched her with the seconds hand stroke
Got her mind racin quicker than a Lambo
2 seater it couldn't fit Toccara
But I promise baby ill be back tomorrow
In a big beamer bumpin Bob Marley
Listen closely and hit a woman softly
[Hook: Ma**pike Miles]