[Intro: Kid Ink] Okay Bossin’ up You, you can check we bossin’ [Hook x2: Kid Ink] Yeah Valet park my whip nigga Hammer time for my chips nigga (Bossin’ up!) Add it up, your girlfriend choosin’ so you mad as fuck Chillin’ with my coalition nigga’s rackin’ up (Bossin’ up) add it up (Bossin’ up) add it up A lil’ Louis but my bitch wants some bags and stuff [Verse 1: Kid Ink] It goes Valet when I park it OG when I spark it Money speak when I’m talkin’ J’s on when I’m walking They fired up like arsen You can’t touch my garments Up late nights pass Carson Drinkin’ large proportions of that turn up juice Got your girlfriend, loose Shakin’ that ass listening to Luke Give a nigga all holes no loops Give a nigga all brain no lip I be at the ball hanging no grip Pant saggin’ no four fitfh My security bullets like four inches Kick that shit like four ninjas Did that shit for my nigga’s who Made it out the hood to the good side Bossin’ up with no tie You heard it through the grape vine And I was actually there, yeah It’s clear who’s been gettin’ to the bread like Panera, ugh [Hook x2] [Verse 2: French Montana] Ooh Haaan, Bossed up in this bitch, got my doors up in this bitch Don’t get tossed up in this bitch, I’m like ooh haaan, Coke Boyz in this bitch Got Kid Ink in this bitch, got ASAP Ferg in this bitch Hundred on that stage nigga, hundred in them K’s nigga In that Porsche Boxster, stuntin’ to my grave nigga Strap with the forty shit real life shit Talkin’ about the purple smokin’ fills outchea Stingy with the money but the shells I shed My nigga rip the gold off your grill outchea Pull up in a tank, cup full of drank Make ten mill, stuff it in the bank Fifty on a Rollie, hundred on a link Think you an animal, I turn you to a mink Throwin’ darts, throwin bullets, stuntin’ on ‘em Hoes pull the top off car hood this South Bronx oooh [Hook x2] [Verse 3: ASAP Ferg] Hello nigga with the gold teeth Hilfiger nigga only OG Hilfiger niggas only four deep But for real that trilla nigga bring the whole street Four trill bitches on my Rollie Montana hammer like I’m Tony Cocaine to her nose bleed Make your girl want to cuff the police That Flacko nigga goldie Me and Rocky like Apolla Creed Relax, to the max no cozy Big doors on the crib but I’m lowkey Don’t fl… with the niggas they be phony Your B M don’t even know me She all on my wang, Alexander Wang Yeah, my fella….. four G’s Ape’s on the feet made .. complete Made girls scream Lord like I am a Priest I’m a boss nigga with blonde in seats Just collect cash while designer sneaks White gold teeth every time I speak Three thou for the smile nigga I’m a G Better talk to me nice I’mma chief You dealin’ with a boss so I need PC [Bridge] I’m out this bitch I’m out this door I’m out this door [Hook x2] [Verse 4: Kid Ink] Keep it one hunnid, hunnid in ones If you trying to have some fun, funds up Get you some, some of it all All this money in my drawer, draw these hoes to my car Add it up how I ball Yeah that’s bossin’ up, dont bother us Steady poppin’ .., so popular Love poppin’ shit, its right ship might take off outta here Here we go again, givenin’ a sin So sin.. since last night til six going in Sun shines see the glare No we aint playin’ fair You really aint bout that paper if there aint enough to share Actin’ like I’ve been on vacation Tell a motherfucker I aint goin’ nowhere On my own playin the cards like the ga
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