Bossin

Boss now
You can tell the way floss now
I'm floss now

See me round the city
heard I'm cashing checks now
She want flex now
That ain't her main nigga, that's her ex now
She shoot me texts now
Tell me scoop her from the west now
I'm headed westbound
Tryna do her in the vette now
I need to know if you down for a nigga
Pick up that mail, get them pounds for a nigga
Drop that shit off and chill round with a nigga
Stick with me, baby, we bound to get rich
You gettin the picture, I'm all about money
Counting these hunnits
Them bands, I'ma run it
500 horses, one push of this button
Finessing and flexing, I'm cutting and check and
She pop it like weapons, went up in my section
No second, no guessing, no talking, no questions
She giving them lessons for all of these blessings
She call me the reverend
Hitting her off with these sermons
I'm loving the way that she workin
The way that she moving so perfect

She wan break me off with no title
Swear i go through the same cycles
First night, she said she not the type to
Talking to me like I'm tryna wife you
Bossin
Sipping on the good drink, give a mother fuck what it's
Costing
Gold teeth all in my mouth, you can tell that I'm
Flossing
Phone bling-a-lingin every time that I look money
Calling
Calling

Everywhere I go, the money calling
And every time I look, she keep on calling
Top shelf sipping, we be bossin
Gives a mother fuck what it be costin

Boss now, I'm a boss now
You can tell the way I floss now
Fighting bitches off my drawers now
In the dog pound, call my dogs down
Free em all now
some niggas dead and gone now
They did my niggas wrong now
Money long now
Came a long way from not having Natethanial
I hopped out that white thing, they looking around like
Got damn Daniel
Back at it again, I'm just tryna live it like I'm Sosa
Numb to the bullshit like I put it all in my nose-ah
She won't break me off with no title
Swear I go through the same cycles

She wan break me off with no title
Swear i go through the same cycles
First night, she said she not the type to
Talking to me like I'm tryna wife you
Bossin
Sipping on the good drink, give a mother fuck what it's
Costing
Gold teeth all in my mouth, you can tell that I'm
Flossing
Phone bling-a-lingin every time that I look money
Calling
Calling



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Writer(s): Ira Hughes
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