[hook]
Drop it to the floor, make the floor shake
When the floor shakes it makes an earthquake
People think I’m big, call me Rick Ross
People think I’m throwing money, call me big boss
Big boss, yeah they call me big boss
Big boss, yeah they call me big boss
Big boss, yeah they call me big boss
Big boss, yeah they call me big boss
[verse 1]
My dick is hard and rigid enough to start a car
Nutritious in size and value, call that Smart Start
Because my dick got the power to get you out of bed
First thing she be doing when she wakes? She gon’ give me head
[hook]
Drop it to the floor, make the floor shake
When the floor shakes it makes an earthquake
People think I’m big, call me Rick Ross
People think I’m throwing money, call me big boss
Big boss, yeah they call me big boss
Big boss, yeah they call me big boss
Big boss, yeah they call me big boss
Big boss, yeah they call me big boss
[verse 2]
When I’m in bed, I am wild like an animal
Then I’m more ferocious when I freestyle
Because when I begin, the ears be perkin’ up
Wave to haters, my middle finger must be stuck
[hook]
Drop it to the floor, make the floor shake
When the floor shakes it makes an earthquake
People think I’m big, call me Rick Ross
People think I’m throwing money, call me big boss
Big boss, yeah they call me big boss
Big boss, yeah they call me big boss
Big boss, yeah they call me big boss
Big boss, yeah they call me big boss
[verse 3]
That natural high is better than dope though
Weed also gets you other highs for the folks
Reppin’ four bars switch up for the pencil
To all the ones against me, boy, I am lethal
[hook]
Drop it to the floor, make the floor shake
When the floor shakes it makes an earthquake
People think I’m big, call me Rick Ross
People think I’m throwing money, call me big boss
Big boss, yeah they call me big boss
Big boss, yeah they call me big boss
Big boss, yeah they call me big boss
Big boss, yeah they call me big boss
[bridge]
That’s right, boy
I’m high, boy
Two shots, boy
I’m too hot, boy
Too much up in this building for these haters
All up in the grill, I’m wielding for these haters
Too much shrapnel to be shooting for these haters
Revved up my cocked gun, I’ll be reeling for these haters
[hook]
Drop it to the floor, make the floor shake
When the floor shakes it makes an earthquake
People think I’m big, call me Rick Ross
People think I’m throwing money, call me big boss
Big boss, yeah they call me big boss
Big boss, yeah they call me big boss
Big boss, yeah they call me big boss
Big boss, yeah they call me big boss
Yeah, I’m the big boss, bitch
[skit]
“This fuckin’ beat man, I’ve been listening to this shit for too fucking long. Too fucking long!”
Woah, isn’t this this the fucking style you wanted?
“No, bitch this isn’t the fucking way I wanted it. If I had it my way, you just wouldn’t be making any fucking music, to be quite honest with you. Like, I don’t know, like fuck! Talk about something fucking interesting. I don’t care, like make some shit up! Fucking... fucking... agh fuck. Be fucking violent or some shit, I don’t know. Just make a song about fuckin’ killing people. Just fucking do that, alright?”
Yeah, I can be violent!
I’m killing a bitch and I’m killing some whores
I’m going to the mall to kill, go some more
No, fuck that didn’t make any goddamn sense
“Yeah, you’re damn right it didn’t make any fucking sense. Did something not click when I said you’re ass at freestyling, your last freestyle? No! So just shut the fuck up, okay? Here’s a fucking notebook, alright? Here’s a pen, alright? Now... now, I don’t know... fucking... look some shit up in the dictionary, I don’t know. Watch the new Ted Bundy documentary. I don’t fucking know. Just fucking rap about violence, okay? Just maybe, maybe that’s your style, okay? Maybe, I don’t fucking know. Just cut the fucking, cut the god damn beat already. This shit’s too long.”
