Doughboyz Cashout - Boss The Fuck Up lyrics
rate meIf you broke, go kill yourself
These niggas run and chase…
I’m so drunk spilling dime on my moustache
Since you hating I’mma ball on your bum ass
I was gonna take it easy on you but fuck that
Your proof phony, you phony and your watch phony
Can you even tell the time on that fake Rollie?
I’m tired of niggas thinking that they doing something
‘Cause they finally got some buffies now they think they all stunting
What, you a teenager, boy, they only 1500
Keep it real, I spend more than that on my cleaner’s bill
Boy, would you please boss the fuck up
Always lying in your raps, nigga, shut the fuck up
How the hell we gonna believe that you out here moving bricks
Wearing dirty ass kicks, nigga, you ain’t selling shit
I heard you hating on a player, man
Can a young nigga get his paper, man
Pull them hundred dollar bills and make paper planes
Get a nigga monthly salary from day to day
Only chance you need to boss the fuck up, boss the fuck up
Running tail on them hoes, I said boss the fuck up
Boss the fuck up, boss the fuck up
Running tails on them niggas, I said boss the fuck up
15 carats in one piece, nigga, sum it up
4 AM in Coney Island ain’t nothing to it
All hundreds in my pockets crumbled up
You going hard but you ain’t going dumb enough
Courtside, watching John Schmitt warming up
Ain’t on the flow with the squad, ain’t on the flow with us
Record to us, we them guys in the city
You think somebody different, dog, bring them niggas to me
Look, you ain’t a boss, you a…
What I spent in the club I could’ve bought a neon…
All I want is sex like my motherfucker street sign
…can’t fuck with a cheap hoe
Money, money, money, money all we know
Boss the fuck up, tired of balling, need a TO
I heard you hating on a player, man
Can a young nigga get his paper, man
Pull them hundred dollar bills and make paper planes
Get a nigga monthly salary from day to day
Only chance you need to boss the fuck up, boss the fuck up
Running tail on them hoes, I said boss the fuck up
Boss the fuck up, boss the fuck up
Running tails on them niggas, I said boss the fuck up
Boss the fuck up
Lil’ nigga
Boss the fuck up
Bitch nigga
Boss the fuck up
Hoe nigga
Boss the fuck up
…only hating models, guess I bust my dick up
Only champagne, I done caught the hiccups
We the weird Detroit in case you got shit mixed up
We had to get money, being broke don’t fit us
Has been and will before a DJ spin us
Brain look cool but I like mines lit up…
Lil’ nigga rolling with me, I’m all bossed up
Sleeping with my chopper at night, I’m so cautious
Sold dope most of my life, that’s why I’m talking
I heard you hating on a player, man
Can a young nigga get his paper, man
Pull them hundred dollar bills and make paper planes
Get a nigga monthly salary from day to day
Only chance you need to boss the fuck up, boss the fuck up
Running tail on them hoes, I said boss the fuck up
Boss the fuck up, boss the fuck up
Running tails on them niggas, I said boss the fuck up
