199nöir - Boss Up (feat. $moothe) Lyrics

Boss up, boss up aye
Boss up, boss up aye
Boss up, boss up
(Aye aye aye)

Boss up, boss up aye
Boss up, boss up aye
Boss up, boss up
(Aye aye aye)

Boss up, boss up aye
Boss up, boss up aye
Boss up, boss up
(Aye aye aye)

Boss up, boss up aye
Boss up, boss up aye
Boss up, boss up
(Aye aye aye)

Remember couldn't
Cop a thang

I'm in the couch
Spottin change

Me and Swam
Hoppin trains

Couple thousand
On my chain

Couple thousand
On my rings

Now I go
And drop the thang

I swear nothing
Is the same

My old bitch
Was a thang

Now that bitch
F*ck with lames

Vintage $moothe
I became

Shit cool
Can't complain

Puttin hoes
On the plane

My bestfriend
Done switched

Oh well, f*ck it
Cus
I'ma get dumb rich

My bestfriend
Done switched

Oh well, f*ck it
Cus
I'ma get dumb rich

Niggas on that
F*ck shit

Niggas i can't
F*ck wit

I just bought
A drum clip

Niggas on that
F*ck shit

Niggas i can't
F*ck wit

I just bought
A drum clip

Boss up, boss up aye
Boss up, boss up aye
Boss up, boss up
(Aye aye aye)

Boss up, boss up aye
Boss up, boss up aye
Boss up, boss up
(Aye aye aye)

You ain't got the heart
To tell me that
I ain't the best baby

Yes baby

I ain't got the heart
To tell you
I'm on to the next lady

Yes baby

Mathematics
How they hell
You fit up in
That dress baby

Yes, baby

F*ck the
Competition
I'm the one
That's who's
Up next baby
Every single time
They call my
Phone up

Every single time
They call my
Phone up

Always actin like they
On some

But
Niggas never
Ever want none

And I've been
Feeling like I'm
On one
Cus lately
I been on my shit
I ordered my
Charger Pistol
Rubber grip
Extended
With a beam

Just to wet a
Pussy nigga
Up
He think he finna touch
A lil nigga cream
God damn
I feel like the man
All I do
Is flex

Pop band
After rubber
Shit all on my ex
I think
A lil nigga
Deserve this
Last year
A nigga wasn't worth shit
Couple thousand running
Through my pockets
She gon gimmie top
Cus shawty found a purpose

Ion even
Pick my phone up

On my timeline
With a whole fit

Way this bitch
Hit my line
To be honest
I ont een wan throw dick

I'm sauced up
Bossin

You ain't sayin nothin
Chris Paul'n
I'm ballin
I blow my commas often

Hate how I act now
Won't you toot that ass up
As I pin that back down

Go head
Check my background

Who the f*ck told what?
When I ever back down?

Heard a nigga pack loud
Why she in my lap now
B.dot be a mac now
See at least a stack now

Bitch
Hour in a glass now

Remember sleeping on the floor
Look at my decor
Numbers off the boards

Boss up, boss up aye
Boss up, boss up aye
Boss up, boss up

Boss up, boss up aye
Boss up, boss up aye
Boss up, boss up