Ima Boss
in my new whip 6
Same old attitude but I'm on that new shit
They say they gon' rob me, see me never do
shit
Cause they know that's the reason they gon'
end up on a news clips
Audemar on my wrist, bust-down
We poppin bottles like I scored the winning
touchdown
Remember me dead broke? Look at me, up
now 6
I run my city from South Philly back to
Uptown 7
Thank god, all these bottles I popped
All this paper I been gettin, all these models I
popped
I done sold 100, 000 before my album got
dropped 7
And I'm only 23 I'm the shit now look at me
Look at me I'm a boss like my nigga Rozay
Shorty ask'd me for a check, I told that bitch
like no way
Cause I made it from the bottom it was never
no way
And I never had a job, you know I had to sell
yay 8
Bitch I'm a boss, I call the shots
I'm with the murder team, call the cops
We in the building, y'all are not
Bitch, I'm a boss!
Bitch, I'm a boss! 8
Yeaa I'm the king
Now where my mu'fuckin' crown?
Bitch, I'm a boss!
Bitch, I'm a boss!
Bitch, I'm a boss!
Bitch, I'm a boss!
Bitch, I'm a boss!
Bitch, I'm a boss!
Got so many shades they thought I had a lazy
eye 8
Shorty rode me smooth as my Mercedes
ride
No love cry when only babies die
And when I go that casket better cost a
hundred thou
I pray to god I look my killer in his eyes
A boss is one who guarantee we gon eat
Fuck a blog dawg cause one day we gon'
meet
I'm a spazz on yo ass like I'm Mo'nique
Jerry Jones money nigga you a running back
Herschel Walker, Bo Jack
Ricky Watters, better run that dope back
Boss, and I put that on my Maybach
Fo' hundred thou' bitch you wish you saved
that
Couple cars I'ont never drive, bikes I'ont
never ride
Crib I ain't never been, pool I'ont never
swim
I move like the president
Err thang black on black you know I be
strappin that
Rattin ass niggas walkin round wearin wires
Fuckin up the game, got the hood on fire
Bitch I'm a king, call me "sire"
If you say I don't run my city you a
muthafucking liar
You cross the line, I get you murdered for a
cost
Out in Vegas, I took a loss
At the fight we watchin' Floyd we on the
floor
Scared money don't make no money
If I ever go broke I'mma take yo money
I ain't never dropped a dime, you ain't take
nun from me
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Same old attitude but I'm on that new shit
They say they gon' rob me, see me never do
shit
Cause they know that's the reason they gon'
end up on a news clips
Audemar on my wrist, bust-down
We poppin bottles like I scored the winning
touchdown
Remember me dead broke? Look at me, up
now 6
I run my city from South Philly back to
Uptown 7
Thank god, all these bottles I popped
All this paper I been gettin, all these models I
popped
I done sold 100, 000 before my album got
dropped 7
And I'm only 23 I'm the shit now look at me
Look at me I'm a boss like my nigga Rozay
Shorty ask'd me for a check, I told that bitch
like no way
Cause I made it from the bottom it was never
no way
And I never had a job, you know I had to sell
yay 8
Bitch I'm a boss, I call the shots
I'm with the murder team, call the cops
We in the building, y'all are not
Bitch, I'm a boss!
Bitch, I'm a boss! 8
Yeaa I'm the king
Now where my mu'fuckin' crown?
Bitch, I'm a boss!
Bitch, I'm a boss!
Bitch, I'm a boss!
Bitch, I'm a boss!
Bitch, I'm a boss!
Bitch, I'm a boss!
Got so many shades they thought I had a lazy
eye 8
Shorty rode me smooth as my Mercedes
ride
No love cry when only babies die
And when I go that casket better cost a
hundred thou
I pray to god I look my killer in his eyes
A boss is one who guarantee we gon eat
Fuck a blog dawg cause one day we gon'
meet
I'm a spazz on yo ass like I'm Mo'nique
Jerry Jones money nigga you a running back
Herschel Walker, Bo Jack
Ricky Watters, better run that dope back
Boss, and I put that on my Maybach
Fo' hundred thou' bitch you wish you saved
that
Couple cars I'ont never drive, bikes I'ont
never ride
Crib I ain't never been, pool I'ont never
swim
I move like the president
Err thang black on black you know I be
strappin that
Rattin ass niggas walkin round wearin wires
Fuckin up the game, got the hood on fire
Bitch I'm a king, call me "sire"
If you say I don't run my city you a
muthafucking liar
You cross the line, I get you murdered for a
cost
Out in Vegas, I took a loss
At the fight we watchin' Floyd we on the
floor
Scared money don't make no money
If I ever go broke I'mma take yo money
I ain't never dropped a dime, you ain't take
nun from me
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Writer(s): Robert Rihmeek Williams, Orlando Jahlil Tucker, William Roberts
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