Die Like a Boss
Yo
What up K
(Ok K Money)
Free Money, free Savage, free Teezy
Free Neff, free Cut, nigga free E
Some odd months ago they was screamin' free me
Made 20 thousand and the same day they freed me
They ain't bout that life, believe me
In here watchin' cameras, I don't never watch no TV
Been too busy trappin' wasn't carin' bout no CD
Three hundred dollar coat jeans screamin' feed me
We in this bitch gettin' high coulda paid some rent
A thousand dollars for my jacket coulda bought a bitch
Eleven fifty wit' the taxes but it wasn't shit
Ask that nigga Pete I'm addicted to Versace shit
Versace shirt, Versace draws, Versace glasses
Versace belt, Versace 'cause all my bitches match me
Suck the dick wit' out askin' my bitches nasty
On the low but in public them bitches classy
Live like a boss, die like a boss
Shine like a king foreign wit' his lost
Don't piss him off he'll knock you off
You ain't 'bout that life nigga knock it off
Live like a boss, die like a boss
Shine like a king foreign wit' his lost
You ain't 'bout that life nigga knock it off
You ain't 'bout that life I knock you off
My babygirl beautiful you would thought she was foreign
She blew three bands of sacks the day she was born
Burberry blanket and jacket to keep her warm
Her daddy stay on that road you would think he tourin'
Show up wit the blow and a package of corn
Flood yo' hood wit the white you think it was snowin'
All this damn marijuana you think that we growed it and then freestyle about it they thinkin' I wrote it
I done peeped out my haters I think they the brokest
Niggas say they real niggas I'm thinkin' they jokin'
Niggas see a real nigga and be like he focused
I been up I been down I go through the motions
Sippin' mud wit' my thugs we lifted and toastin'
For the times we ain't have it and them niggas ghost
Went from facebook picutures to pictures on posters
I'm just tryna see a couple mil' 'fo I go
Live like a boss, die like a boss
Shine like a king foreign wit' his lost
Don't piss him off he'll knock you off
You ain't 'bout that life nigga knock it off
Live like a boss, die like a boss
Shine like a king foreign wit' his lost
You ain't 'bout that life nigga knock it off
You ain't 'bout that life I knock you off
Wasn't gone do a third verse, but I had to
Wasn't gone drop a volume two, but I had to
My bitch mad and my baby mama mad too
Blood gang but a nigga favorite color Ben blue
I can't forget my favorite cousin in the Pen too
Took my nigga Nate when we was younger like that ten flu
Took my nigga Money to Kentucky to the ten spook
Prayin'round through the O they tryna give me ten too
It's funny when you get it how you spend loot
When you gettin' money everybody is yo' friend
I ain't tryna be nobody don't pretend to
Nigga fuck yo feelin's if you feelin' I offend you
I want three big mansions and some head too
Four car garages wit' Porsches and Benz coupes
Rollin' up backwoods by the damn pool
'Bout to fuck on my ex bitch and her friends too
Live like a boss, die like a boss
Shine like a king foreign wit' his lost
Don't piss him off he'll knock you off
You ain't 'bout that life nigga knock it off
Live like a boss, die like a boss
Shine like a king foreign wit' his lost
You ain't 'bout that life nigga knock it off
You ain't 'bout that life I knock you off
What up K
(Ok K Money)
Free Money, free Savage, free Teezy
Free Neff, free Cut, nigga free E
Some odd months ago they was screamin' free me
Made 20 thousand and the same day they freed me
They ain't bout that life, believe me
In here watchin' cameras, I don't never watch no TV
Been too busy trappin' wasn't carin' bout no CD
Three hundred dollar coat jeans screamin' feed me
We in this bitch gettin' high coulda paid some rent
A thousand dollars for my jacket coulda bought a bitch
Eleven fifty wit' the taxes but it wasn't shit
Ask that nigga Pete I'm addicted to Versace shit
Versace shirt, Versace draws, Versace glasses
Versace belt, Versace 'cause all my bitches match me
Suck the dick wit' out askin' my bitches nasty
On the low but in public them bitches classy
Live like a boss, die like a boss
Shine like a king foreign wit' his lost
Don't piss him off he'll knock you off
You ain't 'bout that life nigga knock it off
Live like a boss, die like a boss
Shine like a king foreign wit' his lost
You ain't 'bout that life nigga knock it off
You ain't 'bout that life I knock you off
My babygirl beautiful you would thought she was foreign
She blew three bands of sacks the day she was born
Burberry blanket and jacket to keep her warm
Her daddy stay on that road you would think he tourin'
Show up wit the blow and a package of corn
Flood yo' hood wit the white you think it was snowin'
All this damn marijuana you think that we growed it and then freestyle about it they thinkin' I wrote it
I done peeped out my haters I think they the brokest
Niggas say they real niggas I'm thinkin' they jokin'
Niggas see a real nigga and be like he focused
I been up I been down I go through the motions
Sippin' mud wit' my thugs we lifted and toastin'
For the times we ain't have it and them niggas ghost
Went from facebook picutures to pictures on posters
I'm just tryna see a couple mil' 'fo I go
Live like a boss, die like a boss
Shine like a king foreign wit' his lost
Don't piss him off he'll knock you off
You ain't 'bout that life nigga knock it off
Live like a boss, die like a boss
Shine like a king foreign wit' his lost
You ain't 'bout that life nigga knock it off
You ain't 'bout that life I knock you off
Wasn't gone do a third verse, but I had to
Wasn't gone drop a volume two, but I had to
My bitch mad and my baby mama mad too
Blood gang but a nigga favorite color Ben blue
I can't forget my favorite cousin in the Pen too
Took my nigga Nate when we was younger like that ten flu
Took my nigga Money to Kentucky to the ten spook
Prayin'round through the O they tryna give me ten too
It's funny when you get it how you spend loot
When you gettin' money everybody is yo' friend
I ain't tryna be nobody don't pretend to
Nigga fuck yo feelin's if you feelin' I offend you
I want three big mansions and some head too
Four car garages wit' Porsches and Benz coupes
Rollin' up backwoods by the damn pool
'Bout to fuck on my ex bitch and her friends too
Live like a boss, die like a boss
Shine like a king foreign wit' his lost
Don't piss him off he'll knock you off
You ain't 'bout that life nigga knock it off
Live like a boss, die like a boss
Shine like a king foreign wit' his lost
You ain't 'bout that life nigga knock it off
You ain't 'bout that life I knock you off
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Writer(s): Kareem Johnson
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