Bossin' Up
Run up a check
Make it quick
Yea that's boss shit
I'm with my brothers
Feeling like we on some ball shit
You still caked up
I rather get some money shit
I'm not about the funds
But a nigga loving it
Run up a check
Make it quick
Yea that's boss shit
I'm with my brothers
Feeling like we on some ball shit
You still caked up
I rather get some money shit
I'm not about the funds
But a nigga loving it
It's free life
Watch me step out
When I leave the telly
Said fuck it
Skip the check out
Got to another play
Said fuck it
What that check bout
Looking at these numbers
Trying to figure out my route out
Benny's in the bank
Going straight to it
Knowing how that money talks
Yea you know I been fluent
They like feel how you been
Shit I been doing
Pockets been growing
Now you worried who I been screwing
Aye look worry bout yours slime
Never mine
You don't see me trying to peep
What's yo timeline
I ain't speaking unless a nigga
Really got the time
Getting to my bag
I'm not even in my prime time
Run up a check
Make it quick
Yea that's boss shit
Talk so much shit
I think the opps' finally call quits
Every day I'm out
I treat mall like my office
Bitches come around
Like we playing in a ball pit
A nigga crushing it
I might just buss in it
Go ballistic
I'm never missing
I keep a clutch with it
You keeping up with it
I'm never falling
I'm hovering
Never hiding
No covering, blindside
I'm cutting in
Cut in then I cut out
Looking for the bag
Like the opps' about to jump out
You know I got the pass
So I'm out till the sun out
My life getting fast
Mama never raised a burn out
In a Rolla doing burn outs
Trying to lift the turn out
Shows after show
Yea I'm sum they should know bout
Clothes and some hoes
I was getting that with no clout
Now we passing o's
I ain't talking about a smoke route
Fuck it let the smoke out
I got that dog in me
Grinding from the bottom going up
Shit my dogs with me
Only day ones and real niggas
Who can ball with me
Them the same ones that's around
Who gone fall with me
Run up a check
Make it quick
Yea that's boss shit
I'm with my brothers
Feeling like we on some ball shit
You still caked up
I rather get some money shit
I'm not about the funds
But a nigga loving it
Run up a check
Make it quick
Yea that's boss shit
I'm with my brothers
Feeling like we on some ball shit
You still caked up
I rather get some money shit
I'm not about the funds
But a nigga loving it
Make it quick
Yea that's boss shit
I'm with my brothers
Feeling like we on some ball shit
You still caked up
I rather get some money shit
I'm not about the funds
But a nigga loving it
Run up a check
Make it quick
Yea that's boss shit
I'm with my brothers
Feeling like we on some ball shit
You still caked up
I rather get some money shit
I'm not about the funds
But a nigga loving it
It's free life
Watch me step out
When I leave the telly
Said fuck it
Skip the check out
Got to another play
Said fuck it
What that check bout
Looking at these numbers
Trying to figure out my route out
Benny's in the bank
Going straight to it
Knowing how that money talks
Yea you know I been fluent
They like feel how you been
Shit I been doing
Pockets been growing
Now you worried who I been screwing
Aye look worry bout yours slime
Never mine
You don't see me trying to peep
What's yo timeline
I ain't speaking unless a nigga
Really got the time
Getting to my bag
I'm not even in my prime time
Run up a check
Make it quick
Yea that's boss shit
Talk so much shit
I think the opps' finally call quits
Every day I'm out
I treat mall like my office
Bitches come around
Like we playing in a ball pit
A nigga crushing it
I might just buss in it
Go ballistic
I'm never missing
I keep a clutch with it
You keeping up with it
I'm never falling
I'm hovering
Never hiding
No covering, blindside
I'm cutting in
Cut in then I cut out
Looking for the bag
Like the opps' about to jump out
You know I got the pass
So I'm out till the sun out
My life getting fast
Mama never raised a burn out
In a Rolla doing burn outs
Trying to lift the turn out
Shows after show
Yea I'm sum they should know bout
Clothes and some hoes
I was getting that with no clout
Now we passing o's
I ain't talking about a smoke route
Fuck it let the smoke out
I got that dog in me
Grinding from the bottom going up
Shit my dogs with me
Only day ones and real niggas
Who can ball with me
Them the same ones that's around
Who gone fall with me
Run up a check
Make it quick
Yea that's boss shit
I'm with my brothers
Feeling like we on some ball shit
You still caked up
I rather get some money shit
I'm not about the funds
But a nigga loving it
Run up a check
Make it quick
Yea that's boss shit
I'm with my brothers
Feeling like we on some ball shit
You still caked up
I rather get some money shit
I'm not about the funds
But a nigga loving it
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Writer(s): Andrew Cunningham
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