Oh Boy (feat. Jerry Parker)
You know I'm bossing up
The rich and the famous
Got my sticks and my wrist on ice
Tell me how you want it
Cause I'm about to bring it
Oh boy
Can't stop the stuntin
No no
Now let me slide on yo bitch and her thick ass friends
Slim waist brown skin damn near look like twins
Soft lips talks shit and they damn near 10s
Big hips boss bitch and they don't drink hen
Im with some boss niggas
And we all gone win get money stack chicken til we all got Ms
Hit the club pop bottles bitch we all gone spend
Lame nigga try something bet we all gone spin
You know I'm bossing up
The rich and the famous
Got my sticks and my wrist on ice
Tell me how you want it
Cause I'm about to bring it
Oh boy
Can't stop the stuntin
No no
Niggas save to impress bitch I save to invest
Ain't no competition get a lane get a check
I ain't about to stress bouta the bitch she a pest
You ain't with the set then yo ass getting left
Dressed just to flex supreme off the sweats
Always on the grind if you owe a dime pay yo debt
Shorty kinda fine I ain't got the time for the neck
Money on my mind if you know it's mine i collect
When we hit the club bad bitches in our section
They know we the ones triple 7 on the necklace
Seen yo bitch up in gen pop she a peasant
If you see the gang you can tell we ain't stressing
You know I'm bossing up
The rich and the famous
Got my sticks and my wrist on ice
Tell me how you want it
Cause I'm about to bring it
Oh boy
Can't stop the stuntin
No no
The rich and the famous
Got my sticks and my wrist on ice
Tell me how you want it
Cause I'm about to bring it
Oh boy
Can't stop the stuntin
No no
Now let me slide on yo bitch and her thick ass friends
Slim waist brown skin damn near look like twins
Soft lips talks shit and they damn near 10s
Big hips boss bitch and they don't drink hen
Im with some boss niggas
And we all gone win get money stack chicken til we all got Ms
Hit the club pop bottles bitch we all gone spend
Lame nigga try something bet we all gone spin
You know I'm bossing up
The rich and the famous
Got my sticks and my wrist on ice
Tell me how you want it
Cause I'm about to bring it
Oh boy
Can't stop the stuntin
No no
Niggas save to impress bitch I save to invest
Ain't no competition get a lane get a check
I ain't about to stress bouta the bitch she a pest
You ain't with the set then yo ass getting left
Dressed just to flex supreme off the sweats
Always on the grind if you owe a dime pay yo debt
Shorty kinda fine I ain't got the time for the neck
Money on my mind if you know it's mine i collect
When we hit the club bad bitches in our section
They know we the ones triple 7 on the necklace
Seen yo bitch up in gen pop she a peasant
If you see the gang you can tell we ain't stressing
You know I'm bossing up
The rich and the famous
Got my sticks and my wrist on ice
Tell me how you want it
Cause I'm about to bring it
Oh boy
Can't stop the stuntin
No no
Credits
Writer(s): Lawrence Whitlow
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