[Intro: Rick Ross]
Ricky Ross, Raekwon the Chef
Thrill 5 M-I-A, yo
Ya'll know what time it is (trilla) boss

[Rick Ross]
When I'm in the crib (crib), know what time it is (is)
I'm trying to get a mill (mill), so money I can feel (feel)
Fuck a bank account (boss) keep my money in bags (bags)
If you coming here funny, I'm gunning your ass
Nigga, take a look at me, Ross, tell me what's fucking funny (funny)
Bitch, I'm a top shotter (shotter), see all the macks, gunny
Now I'm the pacman, I keep the packs coming
And I got a whole lot, so when that shack coming, baby
I can hold mine, or I can pitch back
Or I can run an option, get it popping, whip that
All my Cuban links, still rocking they Cuban Linx
And they ready to swim, give me the cuban six
I got it orchestrated, cuz I'm a communist
Running for the charms, some left on the wrist
My nigga Raekwon, yeah, he the fucking Chef
So what we cook in the kitchen, he taste the fucking best

[Chorus: Polite]
Nigga, I'm a boss, you can catch me with the top knocked off
In the trap, getting blocks knocked off
Cuz, nigga, I'm a boss, and I'mma show these niggas I ain't gotta talk
I got a chaffeur, nigga, I ain't got to walk
Cuz, nigga, I'm a boss, cross the line, pay the fine top cost
Lose your mind when the nine pop off
Cuz, nigga, I'm a boss, I'm a boss, I'm a boss
Cuz, nigga, I'm a boss, I'm a boss, I'm a boss
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