Boss

[Chorus: Earn Money & Ambra Denise]

All this ballin' we been doin', I been pictured that

Too far Money ballin' Ties in the heart Hell yeah, it's the Reggie's back

But it's nothin' to it, boss, I'ma get it back

[Verse 1: Boldy James]

Quick to flip a nigga like a pixie mattress

Countin' all this cash money, I feel like Beatrice

Tall, dark-skinned bitch, she look like a actress

Don't believe in these niggas, cause they really actors

Dickie suit, big ranch, and I'm a mechanic

Moon rocks, cookie crops, I'm on another planet

Niggas say they in the streets where we really actin'

Catch him on the E-Way and hit him up in traffic

Go upstairs on a nigga, call that shit the attic

Took my wife, bitch, on Xans and now she at it

All the tools got extensions, and them bitches plastic

White girl do coke, boy, and addy

Purse got me scratchin', cut purple as a radish

Caught the midnight train to Georgia with my baby Gladys

I stashed the work in a cabinet, cause I'm really havin'

I'm on my way to a play, but I got stuck in traffic

So many pills in your bitch, it fucked up her bladder

Got an iron with a ladder, call that bitch Stafford

I know a couple snow bunnies who be dippin' acid

Fallin' full of paper, lookin' like a homework packet

Meek Mills said it's levels, but it's really brackets

I'm doin' 90 on the freeway, droppin' off the packet

Put an X on a nigga like his name is Malcolm

See a nigga owe me money, throw him off the balcony

When my doc write his script, it look like scribble scratch

[Chorus: Earn Money, Ambra Denise]

All this ballin' we been doin', I been picture dat

Got a glass, pint of red, and a brick of act

All these clothes in my bag, and they make me mad

Last loss, send me back 150 racks

Boy, there's nothin' to it, boss, I'ma get it back

Jacked off another nifty when they hit the trap

Cause there's nothin' to it, boss, I'ma get it back

There's nothin' to it, boss, I'ma get it back

Cause there's nothin' to it, boss, I'ma get it back

[Verse 2: Taj Mahal]

Watchin' for the triple cross, push it to the max

Had a brick of raw and uncut, I hit it with a lat

Do every fuckin' up the street, no, they can't handle that

Swear the whole gang lit, no candle wax

I do everything big, no lumberjack

Touch down anytime when I play runnin' back

No such thing as an up-duck, it's cause I love the racks

But no amount of money in this world could bring my youngin' back

Posted up in the sugar shack, tryin' to run up a sack

Took that lil' bitch, they gave me, and I doubled that

Took some tears, blood, and a lot of sweat

Every time I took a loss, you know I double back

Don't shake my hand, no, I don't want no fuckin' debt

Man, I do this shit for my dawgs, doin' a couple nets

I'm on an odd with the woods, and I'm silverback

Not a bad farmer jack, started with a 60-pack, nick

When my jock write a script, it look like scribble scrap

[Chorus: Earn Money, Ambra Denise]

All this ballin' we been doin', I been picturin' that

Got a glass, pint of red, and a brick of act

All this gold's in my bag, and it makes me mad

Last loss, send me back a 150 rack

Boy, there's nothin' to it, boss, I'ma get it back

Jacked off another nifty when they hit the trap

Cuz there's nothin' to it, boss, I'ma get it back

Boy, there's nothin' to it, boss, I'ma get it back

To it, boss, I'ma get it back

Cause there's nothin' to it, boss, I'ma get it back