Bossin' Up (feat. A$AP Ferg & French Montana)
[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 game is Solataire (yeah)
[Hook x2]
compositores: STEPAN TAFT
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