Okay Bossin' up You, you can check we bossin' Yeah
[Hook: x2] V-v-valet park my whip nigga (uh) Hammer time for my chips nigga Bossin' up, add it up Your girlfriend choosin' so you mad as fuck, okay 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 go, valet when I park it OG when I spark it Money speak when I'm talkin' J-J's on when I'm walking Stay fired up like arson 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 hole no loops Give a nigga all brain no lip I be at the ball hanging no grip Pants saggin' on four fifth My security bullets like 4 inches Kick that shit like four ninjas Did that shit for my niggas who Made it out the hood to the good side B-bossin' up with no tie You heard it through the grapevine And I was actually there Yeah, It's clear who's been gettin' to the bread like Panera, ugh
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[Verse 2: French Monatana] You know it's Mr. Haaanhh Ferg what's happening Ink what's happening Owwww, Hannn Bossed up in this bitch Got my golds up in this bitch Don't get tossed up in this bitch I'm like owwww, hannnn Coke Boys in this bitch (hannn) Got Kid Ink up in this bitch (hannn) Got ASAP Ferg in this bitch (ay, ay, ay) I'm like (owww) hunit on that stage nigga Hunnit in them them K's nigga In that Porsche, boxed up, stunting 'till-my grave nigga Strapped with the 40, shit real out chea Talking about the purpose smoking fills outchea (han) Stingy with the money, but the shells I shed And my nigga rip the gold off ya grill out chea Pull up in a tank (tank), cup full of drank (drank) Make 10 mill, stuff it in a bank (bank) 50 on a rollie, 100 on a link (bling!) Think you an animal turn you to a mank (woo!) Throwing dust, throwing bullets (bullet), stunting on the po pull up Top-off, car-hooded, this-South-Bronx-boogie Owwww
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[Verse 3: A$AP Ferg] Uh Harlem nigga with the gold teeth Hilfiger nigga, only OG Hilfiger niggas, only 4 deep But for real, a trilla' nigga bring the whole street Four trill bitches on my Rollie Montana hammer, like I'm Tony Cocaina ‘til her nose bleed Make a girl wanna cuff like the police That flacko nigga goldie Me and Rocky like Apollo Creed Relax to the max, no cozy Big dogs on the crib but I'm low-key Don't fúck with them niggas that be phony Your BM dont even know me She all on my wang, Alexander Wang Yeah, Margiela feel the leather - 4G These Ape's on my feet, make my cypher complete Make girls scream "Lord" like I am a priest I'm a boss nigga, climbing seas Just collect cash while designing sneaks White gold teeth every time I speak 3 thou for the smile, nigga I'm a G Better talk to me nice, nigga I'm a chief You dealing with a boss, so I need PC Yeah, I'm bout this bread I'm bout this dough I'm bout this dough Ooooo-ooo, ooooo, ooooo
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[Verse 4: Kid Ink] Keep it 1 hunnit 1 hunnit in one's If you tryna have some fun Funds up get you some The sum of it all (all), all this money in my draw (yeah) Draw these hoes to my car (egh) Add it up, how I ball (go) Yeah that's bossin' up, but don't bother us Steady poppin' in, so popular Love poppin' shit, its Rocketship Might take off, so out of here (here) Here we go again (gain), given in to sin So sincere since last night, til 6 going in Sun shine, see the glare (glare), no we ain't playing fare (no) And