Huh, on some Top type shit, you know what I'm sayin'? (Woo-woo)

Whatever, whatever, you know what I mean?

Yeah (Yeah)

Bein' a boss ain't hard (Top floor)

We gon' take the business far (Yeah)

Dropped a quarter ticket on the car (Yeah)

And I still pop them bars (Bars)

Got a couple acres on the yard (On the yard)

Forgot to tell the haters I'm sorry (I'm sorry)

We ain't finished, we just gettin' started (Gettin' started, started, started)

Turn it up, turn it up, dawg (Turn it up)

Turn up your bitch, your broad

Last year 'cause I pissed him off

I still ain't miss at all (Ain't miss)

Still ain't did nothin' wrong

All these **** some clones

I made your favorite rapper favorite song (Yeah)

She wanna fuck on my cologne

She wanna fuck in the backseat

She wanna fuck in the backseat of the Rolls

I had to run it up, I had to run these racks up on my own

I'm like, "Check me," I'm 'bout to lap these **** 'cause I passed the baton

I had to make the bag, I'm 'bout to piss them off, I'm in my bag

Pullin' up like Ferrari red seats, lil' bitch, this ain't no Jag'

****, I'm the god of flows, ****, I'm the god of drip, I'm the god of swag

Yeah, they can take that swag, I'ma cook up some new swag and let 'em have that (I'ma let 'em have that)

Two bags filled up with pieces, his body covered up in tattoos

Said she wanna fuck me, pussy gushin', this ho swimmin' pool

Uber straight to Lenox, I jumped off a jet to Paris, France

Since I was a young ****, I been puttin' all red on my flag (Blatt, blatt, blatt, woo, blatt)

They don't like that (Blatt, blatt)

They don't like me (They don't like me)

They don't like us (They don't like us)

Pull up with a K, bitch

I just got out a K-hole

All black for the Range Rover

**** sweet, they mangos (**** sweet)

Bein' a boss ain't hard (Ain't hard)

We gon' take the business far (Far)

Dropped a quarter ticket on the car (I'm the top floor)

And I still pop them bars (Them bars)

Got a couple acres on the yard (On the yard)

Forgot to tell the haters I'm sorry (I'm sorry)

We ain't finished, we just gettin' started (Gettin' started, gettin' started)

Turn it up, turn it up, dog (Turn it up)

Turn up your bitch, your broad

Last year 'cause I pissed him off

I still ain't miss at all (Ain't miss)

Still ain't did nothin' wrong

All these **** some clones

I made your favorite rapper favorite song (Yeah)

Boss ain't hard

Wake up

Bugz Ronin, he gon' run it up