Boston George

I ran it up for so long, and I did it all on my own

I'm all out of favors so leave me alone

Ain't no need to callin' my phone

I'm callin' this bitch 'cause I want the dome

But no I'm not takin' her home

Know her **** pissed, he supposed to be grown

She said he be breakin' her phone

We don't go to kickbacks, gotta a sit back when you money too long

Break her off like a Kit-Kat, get your bitch back

When I give her the bone

Want smoke? You can get that

We got big racks, put your name on the stone

They burn like a suntan when the gun dance, bitch, you settin' the tone

Got weed like money man, count a hunnid bands

While I'm rocking Vlone

She don't take her pants off

I just want the head, she know what to keep on

To be honest I been that **** ain't nobody realer

I'm just makin' it known

I swear I got an orgasm when the money stackin', it be turnin' me on

We're **** rotatin' these bitches and makin' deposits

Now I'm debatin' on coppin' a Mazi'

Go spend a re up, then put up in the prof

Got one in the head, I don't gotta cock it

My bitch wanna threesome, she came out the closet

Got newborn babies inside of my pockets

I've been havin' shit, I don't listen to gossip

OG flip an eighty, he turn up, I toss it

I took some time away from bullshit, had to find myself

Not one of one of you **** my son, don't make me find my belt

I'ma change my name to Boston George, all the drugs I dealt

I'm in some shit you can't afford every time I step

Ay, Gucci and Louis, ay, Dolce and Gabbana

Ay, nine times outta ten, I'ma be in designer

Ay, I'm ballin' for real, you **** in the minors

Hey, the struggle was real, but I'm a survivor

I ran it up for so long, and I did it all on my own

I'm all out of favors so leave me alone

Ain't no need to callin' my phone

I'm callin' this bitch 'cause I want the dome

But no I'm not takin' her home

Know her **** pissed, he supposed to be grown

She said they be breakin' her phone

We don't go to kickbacks, gotta sit back when you money too long

Break her off like a Kit-Kat, get your bitch back

When I give her the bone

Want smoke? You can get that

We got big racks, put your name on the stone

They burn like suntan when the gun dance, bitch, you settin' the tone