Boss Up (Interlude) Lyrics

(I think knowledge made another slapper man)

(Knowledge, what up though)

(Nah, we ain't even finna make no whole song, nigga

(Finna just do it from the top till I stop, nigga)

(Welcome to the player games)

(Part Three, though)

Yep

Come on

Look at the profit versus losses, we don't take none

We take a couple bad bitches on the lake, huh?

Webbie bout' his paper, come to dollars, we gon' scrape up

I hit the road and slam dunk yeah fuck a layup

This bitch, she wanna lay up, but I gotta get to it

Her nigga think I make beats, his girl banging my music

I be fucking with P's, ten toes down Susan

Really from the beach the East side, making movies

Tuh, this lil' bitch try to pursue me

Should've known better, that dead weight treat it like cooties

Tuh, these lil' niggas, they be groupies

Worried about the wrong shit, focus up on that blue cheese

Doggie smoking that loose leaf, I be fucking with papers

Pull up my stock page and check up on the latest

Tuh, you know this shit gon' be crazy

So let me try to find my way in

I be at the Ritz, these niggas be at the Days Inn

Tuh, ain't fucking with no more fake friends

Grew up in that era of niggas doing them break-ins

(See where I'm from, we call that shit flockin', homie)

Niggas stop it, you coward ass niggas always running from your problems

And we got models bringing boss niggas bottles

See the whole clique shining and ain't nobody hit the lotto

Singing in that room, these suckers be Nelly Furtado