(feat. Dre)    [Chorus:]  Run how you want, boss  Chill how you want, boss  Floss how you want, boss  Do whatcha like  Go rock your chain, boss  Pour that champagne, boss  Keep getting paid, boss  Do Whatcha like  Ross, la la, la la, la la  Do Whatcha like  Ross,la la, la la, la la  Do Whatcha like    [Verse 1:]  As I'm poppin' my collar, black on black antique impala  She ain't gotta speak cuz my speakers let her know that I'm ballin  They call me the boss, I be calling the shots  It's Ricky Ross, that boy be ballin alot  That boy be ridin' big, that boy be ridin' rim's  Not the flats but the fish cuz they just swim  New York to the west, you a boss if you fresh  Scuff your shoes, wipe em down  Now get back on your two step  Stunting is boss  Shining is boss  Grand daddy kush, or the purt, yellow diamonds is boss   That dime a boss, She fine as a house  And she driving a porche, She designed for a boss     [Chorus:]  Run how you want, boss  Chill how you want, boss  Floss how you want, boss  Do whatcha like  Go rock your chain, boss  Pour that champagne, boss  Keep getting paid, boss  Do Whatcha like  Ross, la la, la la, la la  Do Whatcha like  Ross,la la, la la, la la  Do Whatcha like    [Verse 2:]  I'm ridin' big, I'm hoping lanes  My chevy thang, Got this chickens all insane  Look at my stones tap dancing on the bezzle  Bad baby at the rollie, lap dancing and wanna kiss me  Oh no, cuz of my chain  Cuz of my bling like a peacock standing on my ring  Cuz I'm a boss, I'm a spend it  I'm a floss, I'm a winner  You the loss, all these niggas  Sprinkle soft cuz im the pepper and the salt  Whatcha feel, whatcha like  Whatcha want, what's your type  I done seen it, done it twice, bought it up the same night  Cuz I'm a boss, its Ricky Ross  If u buy, if u spend it, fuck the cost  You's a boss, You a boss    [Chorus:]  Run how you want, boss  Chill how you want, boss  Floss how you want, boss  Do whatcha like  Go rock your chain, boss  Pour that champagne, boss  Keep getting paid, boss  Do Whatcha like  Ross, la la, la la, la la  Do Whatcha like  Ross,la la, la la, la la  Do Whatcha like    [Verse 3:]  Before the block got whipped  And they Pistol got ripped  Before u got any chips  You got permission from the boss  On a mission for the charts, out-smart my competition  Composition so sharp, so dark ,so vivid  26's on the old school  Pro tools session  Got the old school ho's  Acting brand new sweating  Brand new tennis chain, fancy pockets on my jeans  Headed for the walk dude, fore' they win him on the stage  Two a day, super pay  Stupid brain from a model  Triple c a hundred deep  And everybody got a bottle  Got a bottle full of purp  Full of work, no leachin'  Blew 50 last weekend, if you looking for a reason  I'm the boss    [Chorus:]  Run how you want, boss  Chill how you want, boss  Floss how you want, boss  Do whatcha like  Go rock your chain, boss  Pour that champagne, boss  Keep getting paid, boss  Do Whatcha like  Ross, la la, la la, la la  Do Whatcha like  Ross,la la, la la, la la  Do Whatcha like