Cigar Music

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Huh, huh
I'm so compassionate with my compositions
Check

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Fascinated with foreign felines since I was knee high
This cigar got me buzzin' like a beehive
Fuck 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 nigga
Rubber band jeans saggin' to my feet nigga
100 grand for the wagon and her feet nigga
Black flaggin', just braggin', I'm a street nigga
On the grind, little rappers wanna eat with us
Tryna shine like Birdman teeth glitters
VMA, find time just to creep with her
So coincidental, walkin' down the street with her
My loose cheese scooped up the Gucci
In two weeks, I flew through the boutiques
She get her time limit when I let her go and shop
Cruisin' in the car, clip the Cuban at the top
Niggas know that my TECs explode
Down to go toe-to-toe before Tecmo Bowl
Biggest boss in the game, chatter, I never mind that
Cause if it mattered, C-Murder would go diamond
I reflect as I'm ridin' in a Rolls Royce
Get respect cause I give these hoes no choice

[Chorus: Masspike Miles]
Because I-I-I-I-I
Because I do it (Do it)
So if you never seen a boss nigga, then look at me
Because I do it (Do it)
And they never seen a boss nigga, but now they see
Because I do it (Do it) and I do it
Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay (Yeah) and I do it (Ay)
So now you see what it means (Yeah)
To be a boss cause I do it

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I'm the down south Nas, click so firm
Ridin' with a fox as the cigar burn
Niggas sell weed, niggas 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, three milli' sold
Two handguns on the riders for the shows
On the road to the riches and I'm ridin' on (Vogues!)
I elaborate on things I only been bout
Besides, we decides who's the in-crowd, ah
If its Ne-Yo and niggas who speakin' Creole
What I gotta prove? We just keep movin' kilos
See the Audemar? It's call a terminator
The exact watch Arnold wore in Terminator
I let her ride me like a elevator (Ah)
Clip another Cuban as a way to celebrate her

[Chorus: Masspike Miles]
Because I do it (Do it)
So if you never seen a boss nigga, then look at me
Because I do it (Do it)
And they never seen a boss nigga, but now they see
Because I do it (Do it) and I do it
Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay (Yeah) and I do it (Ay)
So now you see what it means (Yeah)
To be a boss cause I do it

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Fascinated with foreign felines, that's my design
As I recline, cut 'em like key lime
We both came now it's right back to the tea time
I won't insult her with no vulgar or no cheap wine
She told me that her other man broke
Walkin' on the clouds of my second hand smoke
I touched her with the second hand stroke
Got her mind racin' quicker than a Lambo
Two-seater, it couldn't fit Toccara
But I promise baby, I'll be back tomorrow
In a big Beamer bumpin' Bob Marley
Listen closely and hit her way little softly

[Chorus: Masspike Miles]
Because I-I-I-I-I
Because I do it (Do it)
So if you never seen a boss nigga, then look at me
Because I do it (Do it)
And they never seen a boss nigga, but now they see
Because I do it (Do it) and I do it
Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay (Yeah) and I do it (Ay)
So now you see what it means (Yeah)
To be a boss cause I do it