Huh, on some type shit, you know what I'm sayin'? (Woo-woo) | Whatever, whatever, you know what I mean? | Yeah (Yeah)
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Huh, on some type shit, you know what I'm sayin'? (Woo-woo) | Whatever, whatever, you know what I mean? | Yeah (Yeah)
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Huh, on some type shit, you know what I'm sayin'? (Woo-woo) Whatever, whatever, you know what I mean? Yeah (Yeah) Bein' a boss ain't hard (Top floor) We gon' take the business far (Yeah) Dropped a quarter ticket on the car (Yeah) And I still pop them bars (Bars) Got a couple acres on the yard (On the yard) Forgot to tell the haters I'm sorry (I'm sorry) We ain't finished, we just gettin' started (Gettin' started, started) Turn it up, turn it up, dawg (Turn it up) Turn up your bitch, your broad Cash in, 'cause I pissed him off I still ain't miss at all (Ain't miss) Still ain't did nothin' wrong All of these niggas some clones I made your favorite rapper's favorite song (Yeah) She wanna fuck on my cologne She wanna fuck in the backseat She wanna fuck in the backseat of the Rolls I had to run it up, I had to run these racks up on my own I'm like, "Check me," I'm 'bout to lap these niggas 'cause I passed the baton I had to make the bag, I'm 'bout to piss them off, I'm in my bag Pullin' up like Ferrari red seats, lil' bitch, this ain't no Jag' Nigga, I'm the god of flows, nigga, I'm the god of drip, I'm the god of swag Yeah, they can take that swag, I'ma cook up some new swag and let 'em have that (I'ma let 'em have that) Two bags filled up with pieces, his body covered up in tattoos Said she wanna fuck me, pussy gushin', this ho swimmin' pool Uber straight to Lenox, I jumped off a jet to Paris, France Since I was a young nigga, I been puttin' all red on my flag (Blatt, blatt, blatt, woo, blatt) They don't like that (Blatt, blatt) They don't like me (They don't like me) They don't like us (They don't like us) Pull up with a K, bitch I just got out a K-hole All black for the Range Rover Niggas sweet, they mangos (Niggas sweet) Bein' a boss ain't hard (Ain't hard) We gon' take the business far (Far) Dropped a quarter ticket on the car (I'm the top floor) And I still pop them bars (Them bars) Got a couple acres on the yard (On the yard) Forgot to tell the haters I'm sorry (I'm sorry) We ain't finished, we just gettin' started (Gettin' started, started, started) Turn it up, turn it up, dog (Turn it up) Turn up your bitch, your broad Last year 'cause I pissed him off I still ain't miss at all (Ain't miss) Still ain't did nothin' wrong All these niggas some clones I made your favorite rapper favorite song (Yeah) .... Boss ain't hard .... Wake up (Bugz Ronin, he gon' run it up)
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