Boss Up

Boss your life up and go and get you some paper The bitches gon' come and all them hoes gon slide

You ain't poppin' in life at all if you ain't got no haters And all them niggas know not to cross that line

Boss your life up and go and get you some paper The bitches gon' come and all them hoes gon slide

You ain't poppin' in life at all if you ain't got no haters And all them niggas know not to cross that line

I collect this money like how i collect these diamonds The bitch gon' have to show me how the fuck she ridin

For me to even try to even spend a dollar

Uh, she want a purse, she want a car and shit She want it iced around her neck, she want the bar and shit

Nigga to talk, that shit a fee, yeah I be fuckin' on big nina, yeah

and she a hoe, she a treesha, im in the trap, I'm tryna re up, yeah

QP's, P's for the low, 13 B's, yeah She tryna see me, bae, I can't see, yeah

Shades on my face so dark, can't even peep, none