| Hook:
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| Boss up
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| Don’t get me crossed up
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| We like to drink the sauce up
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| Toss money at the bar and floss up
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| Boss up
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| Y’all know who’s the nicest
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| I’m from Detroit, player
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| I don’t care what the price is
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| I don’t wear Nike Air force ones no more, baby, I’m sorry
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| My sneakers cost nine hundred dollars and they made by Mauri
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| My shit’s ridiculous, got gold in my toilet stool
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| And bitches wanna swim with diamonds in my swimming pool
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| «He's so cool!»
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| When the girls see me, they all drool
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| Because they know that I’m the one that’s breaking all the rules
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| My mink coat’s so long, you can mistake it for carpet
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| You got purple kush up in that blunt, homie? |
| Just spark it
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| If twenty-six's ain’t on your truck, you should just park it
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| Because you’re out there like that department store, Target
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| I bought the Beatles catalog back from Michael Jackson
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| Then called his ass a child-molester right before I slapped him
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| Then sold the shit to Paul McCartney, then I double-taxed him
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| The chrome Desert Eagle convinced him — and relaxed him
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| Christina Aguilara came over, did me dirty
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| I told Beyonce stop trying to give me Jay z’s birdy
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| I know you purdy, but go get me an ice-cold Pepsi
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| Then get your ass in this hot tub with me and Lisa Marie Presley
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| Hook:
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| Boss up
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| Don’t get me crossed up
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| We like to drink the sauce up
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| Toss money at the bar and floss up
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| Boss up
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| Y’all know who’s the nicest
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| I’m from Detroit, player
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| I don’t care what the price is
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| I walk on rose petals, my feet never touch the ground
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| Got two bitches — one to wipe me up, one to wipe me down
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| I sleep with three women all night, it’s like a hardcore porn
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| They got me shaking in my bed like Ozzy Osbourne
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| I got the power
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| I’m pissing golden showers
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| The ho that wipe my ass say it smells like flowers
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| Is that necessary? |
| Me and Hallie Barry in a bubble bath
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| Just got back from Germany, I’m jet lag
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| Hook:
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| Boss up
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| Don’t get me crossed up
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| We like to drink the sauce up
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| Toss money at the bar and floss up
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| Boss up
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| Y’all know who’s the nicest
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| I’m from Detroit, player
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| I don’t care what the price is
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| Verce 3:
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| I got four hundred acres in the city on the East side
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| Police, they work for me, deliver donuts and pizza
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| I pay Mariah Carey to come and sit on my toilet and sing to me
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| When I’m in the tub, and dry my booty when I’m done
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| I got three helicopters and I rent them out for videos
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| So rappers can front and try to boss up like me, I suppose
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| I got a pit with platinum slugs and a doghouse, with an escalator in it
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| You’s a hater, admit it
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| I did it, I made it
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| You hate it, can’t fade it
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| Murdered a bitch with my bare hands and only got a fine and paid it
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| Bought the jury each a bently, after the trial I took it back
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| Here I come! |
| Look at that! |
| Where my fucking hookers at?
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| Had a private jet, but I sold it to the Soviets
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| As boss as it gets, for real and flossing all hits
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| I’m underground, undetected, much respected
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| Never rejected, my downfall — don’t expect it
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| Hook:
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| Boss up
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| Don’t get me crossed up
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| We like to drink the sauce up
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| Toss money at the bar and floss up
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| Boss up
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| Y’all know who’s the nicest
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| I’m from Detroit, player
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| I don’t care what the price is |