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Before the disrespect Give Respect, Nice too Yawning when you're talking Who you giving advice to? Covering my ears now Vicious cycle, stripping titles Why cause you've been like this for some years now I can't ever tell you nothing with your small mind Taurus Baby, Stubborn and I'm bull sign I like the money sign Only thing that's on my mind To be a bum it don't cost much Can't wait, hold my wrist up full of ice I paid the price and now I'm Bossed Up 20 ounce steak, Lobster Them bitches washed up Them bitches ancient Fragrance Baccarat Me, I'm a stacka that go gets Them n*ggas vex cah they don't get no text Come up off of Basmati, Canned Beef Bowl full of Lucky Charms holding up my Van Cleef But this was no luck Early bird my shit so up You're not a nerdy nerd I like you, you're like me You're streetwise You're like Hakka, I'm like No boo (Nobu) Date's by the seaside You know these bitches ain't seeing me You know I work like there's three of me You know I like the SVR, AMG I want the GLE Yeah the 63 "Chy where you been?" they miss me Snakes in the grass I hear them hiss g Hit you up now you're history Only call me if the topic is profit not for gossip I got bigger fish to fry And a schedule that I need to attend to Watch a opp I'm watching friends too It's so unfortunate that hate what the money make your friends do I don't trust people All that weird shit like it make me think evil Jumping out the Benz new, too flee Sneaks got two C's, Initial got two C's I'm too official like the money don't move me Top floor sushi, All you know is Hakka? I could show you all the new spots Park Chinois like I'm on about the food spots Lover boy beanie all white it's got the blue dots Looking like a Boondock, brown with your Canerows They know to gimme no chat I hear they share the same clothes This one's like just for all the boss bitches Like, do you get me? Girls that are on their shit Like, it's for the bossed up people It's like a feeling of having ambition Go getter energy, don't wait for nobody literally Bossed Up 20 ounce steak, Lobster Them bitches washed up Them bitches ancient Fragrance Baccarat Me, I'm a stacka that go gets Them n*ggas vex cah they don't get no text Come up off of Basmati, Canned Beef Bowl full of Lucky Charms holding up my Van Cleef But this was no luck
Writer(s): Rasmus Kjaer, R J, G W, Chy Cartier Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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