Trae

Trae - Nuthin' 2 A Boss

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I get money - I get, I get money - I get money, it ain't nothin to a boss nigga

I get money - I, I, I, I get money, I get money it ain't nothin to a boss

I get money - I get, I get money - I get money, it ain't nothin to a boss nigga

I get money - I, I, I, I get money, I get money it ain't nothin to a boss

I get money - I get, I get money - I get money, it ain't nothin to a boss nigga

I get money - I, I, I, I get money, I get money it ain't nothin to a boss

Picture me posted on the corner, my pants saggin below my ass

With somethin weighin down my pocket, from people countin my cash

I'm a hop inside the drop and let the top down, and squat down

Then I make 'em pump they brakes like I'm a stop sign

Told you I rhyme gangsta, I got it locked down - Houston, Texas my home

My paint stay wetter then a bitch - on this nice selection of chrome

And if I ever choose to roam homey, I'm good where I go

Better ask yo'favorite ghetto star, how I get down on the low

My hustle fuh sho, when I'm gettin this dough

You better believe if I talk about it I got it to show

My neck and wrist enough to drop a hater jaw to the flo'

And don't worry bout the price it cost bitch I got money to blow

It's nothin to a boss!

I make the money but don't let the money make me

But my money make alot of haters hate me

'cause I'm a shine, I ain't tryna tone shit down

I'm a put it in they face and show I'm paid now

I'm livin laid now, use to be broke strugglin

Till I got up off my ass and started straight hustlin

Got out and got it on my own, wasn't gave nothin

You ain't heard that lil'young nigga stayed thuggin

Went from the streets, to the beats now I'm makin hits

Momma happy cause her son gettin paid legit

I been the shit mayne, before the paper came

You can take away my money, but can't take my game

I'm the boss nigga, gyeah...

Now in the hood I'm gettin paid - slam butterfly do's

Gettin money just guarantee me a bunch of fly hoes

So I choose to let 'em have it, it's evident talk is cheap

I put about thirty in my mouth so now they feel me when I speak(yeah)

I'm Trae Tha Truth you better go ask 'em who the streets

And ask 'em who that, in that black on black with ostrich sittin on the seats

My money speaks plus I'm surrounded by a couple freaks

I'm so much in my zone I ain't been home in bout a couple weeks

They use to tell me I was broke, I told 'em not for long

And pulled up on they ass in somethin, that cost bout forty stacks alone

See in these streets I'm like the president ridin on chrome

Saggin my ceasers with my t - shirt on - like I'm a boss

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