Song | Bossin' Up |
Artist | KiD Ink |
Artist | A$AP Ferg |
Artist | French Montana |
Album | Almost Home EP |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Okay | |
Bossin’ up | |
You, you can check we bossin’ | |
[Hook x2: Kid Ink] | |
Yeah | |
Valet park my whip nigga | |
Hammer time for my chips nigga | |
(Bossin’ up!) | |
Add it up, your girlfriend choosin’ so you mad as fuck | |
Chillin’ with my coalition nigga’s rackin’ up | |
(Bossin’ up) add it up | |
(Bossin’ up) add it up | |
A lil’ Louis but my bitch wants some bags and stuff | |
[Verse 1: Kid Ink] | |
It goes | |
Valet when I park it | |
OG when I spark it | |
Money speak when I’m talkin’ | |
J’s on when I’m walking | |
They fired up like arsen | |
You can’t touch my garments | |
Up late nights pass Carson | |
Drinkin’ large proportions of that turn up juice | |
Got your girlfriend, loose | |
Shakin’ that ass listening to Luke | |
Give a nigga all holes no loops | |
Give a nigga all brain no lip | |
I be at the ball hanging no grip | |
Pant saggin’ no four fitfh | |
My security bullets like four inches | |
Kick that shit like four ninjas | |
Did that shit for my nigga’s who | |
Made it out the hood to the good side | |
Bossin’ up with no tie | |
You heard it through the grape vine | |
And I was actually there, yeah | |
It’s clear who’s been gettin’ to the bread like Panera, ugh | |
[Hook x2] | |
[Verse 2: French Montana] | |
Ooh Haaan, | |
Bossed up in this bitch, got my doors up in this bitch | |
Don’t get tossed up in this bitch, | |
I’m like ooh haaan, Coke Boyz in this bitch | |
Got Kid Ink in this bitch, got ASAP Ferg in this bitch | |
Hundred on that stage nigga, hundred in them K’s nigga | |
In that Porsche Boxster, stuntin’ to my grave nigga | |
Strap with the forty shit real life shit | |
Talkin’ about the purple smokin’ fills outchea | |
Stingy with the money but the shells I shed | |
My nigga rip the gold off your grill outchea | |
Pull up in a tank, cup full of drank | |
Make ten mill, stuff it in the bank | |
Fifty on a Rollie, hundred on a link | |
Think you an animal, I turn you to a mink | |
Throwin’ darts, throwin bullets, stuntin’ on ‘em | |
Hoes pull the top off car hood this South Bronx oooh | |
[Hook x2] | |
[Verse 3: ASAP Ferg] | |
Hello nigga with the gold teeth | |
Hilfiger nigga only OG | |
Hilfiger niggas only four deep | |
But for real that trilla nigga bring the whole street | |
Four trill bitches on my Rollie | |
Montana hammer like I’m Tony | |
Cocaine to her nose bleed | |
Make your girl want to cuff the police | |
That Flacko nigga goldie | |
Me and Rocky like Apolla Creed | |
Relax, to the max no cozy | |
Big doors on the crib but I’m lowkey | |
Don’t fl… with the niggas they be phony | |
Your B M don’t even know me | |
She all on my wang, Alexander Wang | |
Yeah, my fella….. four G’s | |
Ape’s on the feet made .. complete | |
Made girls scream Lord like I am a Priest | |
I’m a boss nigga with blonde in seats | |
Just collect cash while designer sneaks | |
White gold teeth every time I speak | |
Three thou for the smile nigga I’m a G | |
Better talk to me nice I’mma chief | |
You dealin’ with a boss so I need PC | |
[Bridge] | |
I’m out this bitch | |
I’m out this door | |
I’m out this door | |
[Hook x2] | |
[Verse 4: Kid Ink] | |
Keep it one hunnid, hunnid in ones | |
If you trying to have some fun, funds up | |
Get you some, some of it all | |
All this money in my drawer, draw these hoes to my car | |
Add it up how I ball | |
Yeah that’s bossin’ up, dont bother us | |
Steady poppin’ .., so popular | |
Love poppin’ shit, its right ship might take off outta here | |
Here we go again, givenin’ a sin | |
So sin.. since last night til six going in | |
Sun shines see the glare | |
No we aint playin’ fair | |
You really aint bout that paper if there aint enough to share | |
Actin’ like I’ve been on vacation | |
Tell a motherfucker I aint goin’ nowhere | |
On my own playin the cards like the game is Solataire (yeah) | |
[Hook x2] |
Okay | |
Bossin' up | |
You, you can check we bossin' | |
Hook x2: Kid Ink | |
Yeah | |
Valet park my whip nigga | |
Hammer time for my chips nigga | |
Bossin' up! | |
Add it up, your girlfriend choosin' so you mad as fuck | |
Chillin' with my coalition nigga' s rackin' up | |
Bossin' up add it up | |
Bossin' up add it up | |
A lil' Louis but my bitch wants some bags and stuff | |
Verse 1: Kid Ink | |
It goes | |
Valet when I park it | |
OG when I spark it | |
Money speak when I' m talkin' | |
J' s on when I' m walking | |
They fired up like arsen | |
You can' t touch my garments | |
Up late nights pass Carson | |
Drinkin' large proportions of that turn up juice | |
Got your girlfriend, loose | |
Shakin' that ass listening to Luke | |
Give a nigga all holes no loops | |
Give a nigga all brain no lip | |
I be at the ball hanging no grip | |
Pant saggin' no four fitfh | |
My security bullets like four inches | |
Kick that shit like four ninjas | |
Did that shit for my nigga' s who | |
Made it out the hood to the good side | |
Bossin' up with no tie | |
You heard it through the grape vine | |
And I was actually there, yeah | |
It' s clear who' s been gettin' to the bread like Panera, ugh | |
Hook x2 | |
Verse 2: French Montana | |
Ooh Haaan, | |
Bossed up in this bitch, got my doors up in this bitch | |
Don' t get tossed up in this bitch, | |
I' m like ooh haaan, Coke Boyz in this bitch | |
Got Kid Ink in this bitch, got ASAP Ferg in this bitch | |
Hundred on that stage nigga, hundred in them K' s nigga | |
In that Porsche Boxster, stuntin' to my grave nigga | |
Strap with the forty shit real life shit | |
Talkin' about the purple smokin' fills outchea | |
Stingy with the money but the shells I shed | |
My nigga rip the gold off your grill outchea | |
Pull up in a tank, cup full of drank | |
Make ten mill, stuff it in the bank | |
Fifty on a Rollie, hundred on a link | |
Think you an animal, I turn you to a mink | |
Throwin' darts, throwin bullets, stuntin' on ' em | |
Hoes pull the top off car hood this South Bronx oooh | |
Hook x2 | |
Verse 3: ASAP Ferg | |
Hello nigga with the gold teeth | |
Hilfiger nigga only OG | |
Hilfiger niggas only four deep | |
But for real that trilla nigga bring the whole street | |
Four trill bitches on my Rollie | |
Montana hammer like I' m Tony | |
Cocaine to her nose bleed | |
Make your girl want to cuff the police | |
That Flacko nigga goldie | |
Me and Rocky like Apolla Creed | |
Relax, to the max no cozy | |
Big doors on the crib but I' m lowkey | |
Don' t fl with the niggas they be phony | |
Your B M don' t even know me | |
She all on my wang, Alexander Wang | |
Yeah, my fella.. four G' s | |
Ape' s on the feet made .. complete | |
Made girls scream Lord like I am a Priest | |
I' m a boss nigga with blonde in seats | |
Just collect cash while designer sneaks | |
White gold teeth every time I speak | |
Three thou for the smile nigga I' m a G | |
Better talk to me nice I' mma chief | |
You dealin' with a boss so I need PC | |
Bridge | |
I' m out this bitch | |
I' m out this door | |
I' m out this door | |
Hook x2 | |
Verse 4: Kid Ink | |
Keep it one hunnid, hunnid in ones | |
If you trying to have some fun, funds up | |
Get you some, some of it all | |
All this money in my drawer, draw these hoes to my car | |
Add it up how I ball | |
Yeah that' s bossin' up, dont bother us | |
Steady poppin' .., so popular | |
Love poppin' shit, its right ship might take off outta here | |
Here we go again, givenin' a sin | |
So sin.. since last night til six going in | |
Sun shines see the glare | |
No we aint playin' fair | |
You really aint bout that paper if there aint enough to share | |
Actin' like I' ve been on vacation | |
Tell a motherfucker I aint goin' nowhere | |
On my own playin the cards like the game is Solataire yeah | |
Hook x2 |
Okay | |
Bossin' up | |
You, you can check we bossin' | |
Hook x2: Kid Ink | |
Yeah | |
Valet park my whip nigga | |
Hammer time for my chips nigga | |
Bossin' up! | |
Add it up, your girlfriend choosin' so you mad as fuck | |
Chillin' with my coalition nigga' s rackin' up | |
Bossin' up add it up | |
Bossin' up add it up | |
A lil' Louis but my bitch wants some bags and stuff | |
Verse 1: Kid Ink | |
It goes | |
Valet when I park it | |
OG when I spark it | |
Money speak when I' m talkin' | |
J' s on when I' m walking | |
They fired up like arsen | |
You can' t touch my garments | |
Up late nights pass Carson | |
Drinkin' large proportions of that turn up juice | |
Got your girlfriend, loose | |
Shakin' that ass listening to Luke | |
Give a nigga all holes no loops | |
Give a nigga all brain no lip | |
I be at the ball hanging no grip | |
Pant saggin' no four fitfh | |
My security bullets like four inches | |
Kick that shit like four ninjas | |
Did that shit for my nigga' s who | |
Made it out the hood to the good side | |
Bossin' up with no tie | |
You heard it through the grape vine | |
And I was actually there, yeah | |
It' s clear who' s been gettin' to the bread like Panera, ugh | |
Hook x2 | |
Verse 2: French Montana | |
Ooh Haaan, | |
Bossed up in this bitch, got my doors up in this bitch | |
Don' t get tossed up in this bitch, | |
I' m like ooh haaan, Coke Boyz in this bitch | |
Got Kid Ink in this bitch, got ASAP Ferg in this bitch | |
Hundred on that stage nigga, hundred in them K' s nigga | |
In that Porsche Boxster, stuntin' to my grave nigga | |
Strap with the forty shit real life shit | |
Talkin' about the purple smokin' fills outchea | |
Stingy with the money but the shells I shed | |
My nigga rip the gold off your grill outchea | |
Pull up in a tank, cup full of drank | |
Make ten mill, stuff it in the bank | |
Fifty on a Rollie, hundred on a link | |
Think you an animal, I turn you to a mink | |
Throwin' darts, throwin bullets, stuntin' on ' em | |
Hoes pull the top off car hood this South Bronx oooh | |
Hook x2 | |
Verse 3: ASAP Ferg | |
Hello nigga with the gold teeth | |
Hilfiger nigga only OG | |
Hilfiger niggas only four deep | |
But for real that trilla nigga bring the whole street | |
Four trill bitches on my Rollie | |
Montana hammer like I' m Tony | |
Cocaine to her nose bleed | |
Make your girl want to cuff the police | |
That Flacko nigga goldie | |
Me and Rocky like Apolla Creed | |
Relax, to the max no cozy | |
Big doors on the crib but I' m lowkey | |
Don' t fl with the niggas they be phony | |
Your B M don' t even know me | |
She all on my wang, Alexander Wang | |
Yeah, my fella.. four G' s | |
Ape' s on the feet made .. complete | |
Made girls scream Lord like I am a Priest | |
I' m a boss nigga with blonde in seats | |
Just collect cash while designer sneaks | |
White gold teeth every time I speak | |
Three thou for the smile nigga I' m a G | |
Better talk to me nice I' mma chief | |
You dealin' with a boss so I need PC | |
Bridge | |
I' m out this bitch | |
I' m out this door | |
I' m out this door | |
Hook x2 | |
Verse 4: Kid Ink | |
Keep it one hunnid, hunnid in ones | |
If you trying to have some fun, funds up | |
Get you some, some of it all | |
All this money in my drawer, draw these hoes to my car | |
Add it up how I ball | |
Yeah that' s bossin' up, dont bother us | |
Steady poppin' .., so popular | |
Love poppin' shit, its right ship might take off outta here | |
Here we go again, givenin' a sin | |
So sin.. since last night til six going in | |
Sun shines see the glare | |
No we aint playin' fair | |
You really aint bout that paper if there aint enough to share | |
Actin' like I' ve been on vacation | |
Tell a motherfucker I aint goin' nowhere | |
On my own playin the cards like the game is Solataire yeah | |
Hook x2 |