Lyrics Bossn' (Live) - Curtis Roach

(Yo!) Coming in, bossing
Bitch, I stay flossing
Flyer than an ostrich and I'm hotter than an arson
Hard as Steve Austin, and I'm bigger than a rhino
Break a couple records and then scratch a couple vinyls
Hell if I know? I only care about my riches
Quotas and percentages to level up these digits
Money, ain't it so funny? What a concept?
How we turn a green piece of paper to a concept?
Don't get it twisted, I love the bread and dough
So I can come in looking fresh to death from head to toe
Eskimos, I'm colder than that, no holding me back
I overload and froze your kneecaps, you notice me as
The motherfucking CEO, so free the bros so they don't decompose
They label black hustlers criminals, tell em "each, his own"
Coke white beamer with seats dark as the reaper
I'm throwing stacks like I'm Jeter into the palace like Ceaser
Now "pizza, pizza",
Save the crust and peta, earn my stripes like zebras
Money long as Nia, running up the check like Nike-printed cheetahs
Ooh, I need a breather, I'mma pass out
It's dope, boy, like Ice Cube, I'mma cash out
Open up my window, tell my neighbors I need cash now
I'm going Molly Brazy, hanging out with cash doll, ass out
Give me my loot, give me the scoop, I'm what's the next move
I'm big papa money, I'll son you niggas like a test tube
Then X you out the equation, I'm infiltrating
Move inside, this be the world domination
I'm breaking banks and cracking Vinci codes
And all them dollars, tell 'em, give me those
If they running short, then I'mma hit 'em with the semi, cause
The bigger the money, the bigger the problems
But we ain't worried 'bout 'em cause we getting these dollars
I said the bigger the money, the bigger the problems
And I ain't worried 'bout 'em cause
I'm getting these dollars, my nigga what!