Boss Up

Oh shit man a nigga finna boss up
Got the bag now I'm feeling like a balla
Who would've guessed that a nigga would've glossed up
Got ice on my body its cold like the frost touch
Oh shit man a nigga finna boss up
Got the bag now I'm feeling like a balla
Who would've guessed that a nigga would've glossed up
Got ice on my body its cold like the frost touch

Who want it
I got it
You need it
Come get it
Boy you keep on talking
I thought you was widdit
You gang on the Internet
Shook when you feel the stress
I up this pole
And they all hit the floor
These niggas is chairs
They roll and they fold
The way that I move
You would think I was broke
But I'm in your city and sold out the show
I'm rollin in tour vans when I'm on the road
I grew up to find out that life wasn't easy
The money is greasy
These niggas is sleazy
These hoes wanna beat me
For riches and retweets
They don't wanna see me
They just see the green piece
Like he got the bag
Lets hop on his dick
I'm all bout my dollars
Don't care bout no bitch
I'm hungry for power
For riches and sour
I smoke for an hour
Then smoke it again
Fuck whippin the rari
Ill whip in the benz
Ya main just gon top me
The sloppy, the neck
That girl is the treesh
All bout her breesh
But she out here stackin
Put you on the streets
I grew up the clique wasnt easy for shit
I had to make moves If I wanna get rich
But now that I'm working I cant hit no lick
I gotta stay faithful this rap shit is lit

Oh shit man a nigga finna boss up
Got the bag now I'm feeling like a balla
Who would've guessed that a nigga would've glossed up
Got ice on my body its cold like the frost touch
Oh shit man a nigga finna boss up
Got the bag now I'm feeling like a balla
Who would've guessed that a nigga would've glossed up
Got ice on my body its cold like the frost touch



Credits
Writer(s): Wesley Robinson
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