Lyrics

In the city of the angels where they roll When the lights come on she drop it low Bossed up got that money imma throw Bossed up got that money imma throw Ya them bands make her dance she a pro In the hills baby imma make it snow Bossed up got that money imma throw Bossed up got that money imma throw I got 50 grand imma let ya throw With ten bad bitches off the shrooms I got LA girls snorting up the coke I just put some Gucci on my new broad (oh) If you make a wish get what you want (oh) Big-big flexing when you on Money can't deny you can not go Everything you got you know I own Showgirls they showing me love Whenever I'm calling them up And I just might die in the club But she just might die for the vlog In the city of the angels where they roll When the lights come on she drop it low Bossed up got that money imma throw Bossed up got that money imma throw Ya them bands make her dance she a pro In the hills baby imma make it snow Bossed up got that money imma throw Bossed up got that money imma throw From the six and lil bitch I'm the boss If it's a hit 12am know who to call We fisherman lil bitch we get the rod And for that loyalty them things go ra-ta-taa (ah) Before you ever walk you gotta crawl Bitch I block my blessings with a wall And they don't run it up these niggas wap Lil bitch I hit that beat and I just walk In the city of the angels where they roll When the lights come on she drop it low Bossed up got that money imma throw Bossed up got that money imma throw Ya them bands make her dance she a pro In the hills baby imma make it snow Bossed up got that money imma throw Bossed up got that money imma throw
Writer(s): David James Ramos, Matthew Dubois, Quinton Gardner, Tyler Jamal Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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