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Get your money up now Get your money up now Get your money up now Get your money up now Get your money up now Get your money up now Get your money up now Boss Mode Everything Boss Mode Everything Boss Mode Everything Boss Mode Everything Just bought my granny a Ferrari with the roof gone When I gave it to her, she was cuttin' coupons Ex callin', why? Move on Got another hater, nothin' new, yawn Me and you ain't started with the same funds How much money did I have? Bitch, none Got a couple skills that you missin', let me list some Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, get shit done Now everybody liking me a whole bunch 'Cause I'm running through the paper like a hole punch So do I get braggin' rights? Do Asian people buy bags of rice? Hatred hit the anger feed the fire that don't fizzle out I ain't had a father figure, figured had to figure out I done did a lotta bad and other shit I can't say That's prolly why God put these problems in my damned way Boss Mode Everything Boss Mode Everything Boss Mode Everything Boss Mode Everything I'm from the South side Chicago where they known to pop lead Ain't talkin' gorgeous, people just drop dead Don't be shocked if your mom get shot Arms hittin' every body like Lebron when he flop I used to get bullied, but it must've been a sign There was people pickin' on me, but it turned me to a gold mine Hundred grand wrist, people used to give me no time Lookin like this, "Girl, he so fine" I stack my cash so high, way my paper stand You can' t see me like a Fetty Wap eye exam Your boy get dumped on he try me fam You'll be that ugly single mom that can't find a man She say, "What I gotta do for you to fuck me?" I said, "Make it hard like when Mayweather read" I'm next up, I ain't gotta play fair I go hard like Michael Jackson at a day care Boss Mode Everything Boss Mode Everything Boss Mode Everything Boss Mode Everything
Writer(s): Robert Novak Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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