Everything!
(Yeah) yeah
Let's get straight to the business, most of these niggas, they lost
I got the whole world screaming, "Who the fuck told you I fell off?"
Everything in this life got a cost
Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' boss (yeah)
Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' boss
Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' boss (woah)
Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' boss
Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' boss (woah)
Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' boss
This Cartier look like Voss
These niggas still shopping at Ross
Can't name all the shit I bought (woah)
Whip just feel like a Tomyhawk (yeah)
What she put on the new whip? This shit hotty hot (yeah)
Never gon' fall off, I can't pull a Roddy Rod (yeah, bleh)
On your mark, get set, let's go, is you ready now?
Money on Nicki (bleh), it's pockеts, they heavy now
I treat thе 458 like a Chevy now (bleh)
She on my dick (bleh), wanna fuck 'til she ready now
I shoot the Glock with one eye, feel like Fetty Wap (woah)
Lock on the chop, when I shoot, this a steady shot
Dot on the top of an opp, that's a heady shot
One in the head (woah, woah), finger itchin' to let it pop
Don't let me scratch it, this shit could get deadly pop
We spinned his block, he get ate up like kettle pop (ugh)
These niggas sweeter than sweet, they be bottle pop (yeah)
DM requests probably all on a model thot (yeah)
She said she wanna pull up, A$AP Rocky rock (woah)
He said he tough with, well the .9 tough as Dwayne The Rock
Every show sold out, so you know I came to rock (yeah)
She keep on calling and bugging
I think 'cause the last time I hit, should've seen how she came a lot (yeah)
I think this music been gettin' too easy, too breezy (yeah)
But that's 'cause your girl give me brain a lot (yeah)
Still the same Autumn! from ten years ago
I just got money now, you can't say that I changed a lot (yeah)
You better watch where you walk
Better not cross the wrong path or my brother pistol gon' bang a lot (yeah)
She can't believe that was me in her DM like three years ago
And now she wanna hang a lot
I'm glad I'm content with loneliness, being around all you weirdos
Just make me feel strange a lot (bleh)
I got this far 'cause I said that I would
But I gotta give thanks to Allah, know I prayed a lot (yeah)
You gotta watch for the next man
He might be a snake in the grass, that's why I never say a lot (say)
Sit down like, damn, my own family just see me as money
I guess it's a sign that I made a lot
So much income coming in and it really be hard to know
If I made all this today or not (yeah)
(Yeah) yeah
Let's get straight to the business, most of these niggas, they lost
I got the whole world screaming, "Who the fuck told you I fell off?"
Everything in this life got a cost
Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' boss (yeah)
Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' boss
Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' boss
Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' boss
Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' boss
Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' boss
This Cartier look like Voss
These niggas still shopping at Ross
Can't name all the shit I bought (yeah)
These niggas still shopping at Ross
Can't name all the shit I bought, yeah
I got the whole world screaming, "Who the fuck told you I fell off?"
Let's get straight to the business, most of these niggas, they lost
I got the whole world screaming, "Who the fuck told you I fell off?"
Everything in this life got a cost
Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' boss (yeah)
Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' boss
Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' boss (woah)
Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' boss
Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' boss (woah)
Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' boss
This Cartier look like Voss
These niggas still shopping at Ross
Can't name all the shit I bought (woah)
Whip just feel like a Tomyhawk (yeah)
What she put on the new whip? This shit hotty hot (yeah)
Never gon' fall off, I can't pull a Roddy Rod (yeah, bleh)
On your mark, get set, let's go, is you ready now?
Money on Nicki (bleh), it's pockеts, they heavy now
I treat thе 458 like a Chevy now (bleh)
She on my dick (bleh), wanna fuck 'til she ready now
I shoot the Glock with one eye, feel like Fetty Wap (woah)
Lock on the chop, when I shoot, this a steady shot
Dot on the top of an opp, that's a heady shot
One in the head (woah, woah), finger itchin' to let it pop
Don't let me scratch it, this shit could get deadly pop
We spinned his block, he get ate up like kettle pop (ugh)
These niggas sweeter than sweet, they be bottle pop (yeah)
DM requests probably all on a model thot (yeah)
She said she wanna pull up, A$AP Rocky rock (woah)
He said he tough with, well the .9 tough as Dwayne The Rock
Every show sold out, so you know I came to rock (yeah)
She keep on calling and bugging
I think 'cause the last time I hit, should've seen how she came a lot (yeah)
I think this music been gettin' too easy, too breezy (yeah)
But that's 'cause your girl give me brain a lot (yeah)
Still the same Autumn! from ten years ago
I just got money now, you can't say that I changed a lot (yeah)
You better watch where you walk
Better not cross the wrong path or my brother pistol gon' bang a lot (yeah)
She can't believe that was me in her DM like three years ago
And now she wanna hang a lot
I'm glad I'm content with loneliness, being around all you weirdos
Just make me feel strange a lot (bleh)
I got this far 'cause I said that I would
But I gotta give thanks to Allah, know I prayed a lot (yeah)
You gotta watch for the next man
He might be a snake in the grass, that's why I never say a lot (say)
Sit down like, damn, my own family just see me as money
I guess it's a sign that I made a lot
So much income coming in and it really be hard to know
If I made all this today or not (yeah)
(Yeah) yeah
Let's get straight to the business, most of these niggas, they lost
I got the whole world screaming, "Who the fuck told you I fell off?"
Everything in this life got a cost
Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' boss (yeah)
Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' boss
Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' boss
Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' boss
Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' boss
Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' boss
This Cartier look like Voss
These niggas still shopping at Ross
Can't name all the shit I bought (yeah)
These niggas still shopping at Ross
Can't name all the shit I bought, yeah
I got the whole world screaming, "Who the fuck told you I fell off?"
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Writer(s): Benjamin Phillips
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