Boss (feat. Remy)
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Ride with them scrubs or do you wanna kick it with a bosss Girl you know I'm pulling up, I'm just tryna see you take it off I heard that you bout it, it's astounding, drop a pin I hope that you don't get lost Cause I'm tryna get a round it, how it sounding, got the money it don't matter what it cost We got that VIP on swole These diamonds dance around my throat I sip that Hennessy and Coke I promise this ain't what you want F*ck boy you don't want that smoke We put your currency in froze Until you pay us what you owe Everybody bout to lose control How could you not f*ck with me My side bitch in love with me I be the man of the hour give me 60 minutes of luxury The past is our history My come up a mystery The losses I took were a blessing Im glad that the young-ins could learn from me We were not born with these, nah We had to work for these Now when I walk, Gucci stepping crocodile with the bumblebees I love when she under me I love when she under me I get this money When I get this money I'm flexing like Hercules So do you wanna ride with them scrubs or do you wanna kick it with a bosss Girl you know I'm pulling up, I'm just tryna see you take it off I heard that you bout it, it's astounding, drop a pin I hope that you don't get lost Cause I'm tryna get a round it, how it sounding, got the money it don't matter what it cost Someone call the cops I'm about to pop I been going hard I been calling shots I been getting hot Racing to the top Ion wanna talk Is you down or not You been getting loud Turn it down a notch Aye You ain't from the streets You ain't on the block All you do is talk We know what you not Hit the blunt and I'm faded Sip the drink and now I'm wasted Tryna grab up on your waist quick Bout to tip you like a waitress Bring the bottles got aces Bring the models on A lists We just throw it don't save it Hella bitches Dime switching Fine women Time ticking Tic toc Icy I'm frozen it got my wrist locked I keep on stacking it till the top top We keep the money inside the zip lock I'm just tryna see you work it Baby girl do you deserve it Tell them bring the bitches out They know what I'm talking bout We ain't ever in a drought Nah nah nah we don't f*ck with word of mouth So do you wanna ride with them scrubs or do you wanna kick it with a bosss Girl you know I'm pulling up, I'm just tryna see you take it off I heard that you bout it, it's astounding, drop a pin I hope that you don't get lost Cause I'm tryna get a round it, how it sounding, got the money it don't matter what it cost Tell them bitches bring it back We just tryna get a bag Plenty women in the cut We just tryna run it up We just tryna f*ck it up Keep it coming f*ck it up Wake up the neighbors We paper chasers They can't replace us They couldn't face us That shit don't phase us We living famous They wanna taste it yeaaaa We been in the kitchen getting litty working with the wrist countin 100s 50s oh yea Oouuu yea
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