[Intro]
Okay, bossin' up
You, you can check we bossin'
Yeah
[Hook x2]
V-v-valet park my whip n***a (uh)
Hammer time for my chips n***a
Bossin' up, add it up
Your girlfriend choosin' so you mad as f**, okay
Chillin' with my coalition n***as rackin' up
Bossin' up, add it up
Bossin' up, add it up
A lil' Louis but my b**h wants some bags and stuff
[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
It go, valet when I park it, OG when I spark it
Money speak when I'm talkin', J-J's on when I'm walking
Stay fired up like arson, you can't touch my garments
Up late nights pa** Carson, drinkin' large proportions
Of that turn up, juice
Got your girlfriend, loose
Shakin' that a** listening to Luke
Give a n***a all hole, no loops
Give a n***a all brain, no lip
I be at the ball hanging, no grip
Pants saggin' on four fifth
My security bullets like 4 inches
Kick that sh** like four ninjas
Did that sh** for my n***as who
Made it out the hood to the good side
B-bossin' up with no tie
You heard it through the grapevine and I was actually there
Yeah, It's clear who's been gettin' to the bread like Panera, ugh
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: French Monatana]
You know it's Mr. Hannn
Ferg what's happening? Ink what's happening?
Ooohh, hannn, bossed up in this b**h
Got my golds up in this b**h, don't get tossed up in this b**h
I'm like ooohh, hannnn, Coke Boys in this b**h (hannn)
Got Kid Ink up in this b**h (hannn)
Got ASAP Ferg in this b**h (ay, ay, ay)
I'm like (ooohhh) hunnid on that stage n***a
Hunnid in them them K's n***a
In that Porsche, boxed up, stunting 'til my grave n***a
Strapped with the 40, sh** real out chea
Talking about the purple smoking fields outchea (han)
Stingy with the money, but the shells I shed
And my n***a rip the gold off ya grill out chea
Pull up in a tank (tank), cup full of drank (drank)
Make 10 mill, stuff it in a bank (bank)
50 on a rollie, 100 on a link (bling!)
Think you an animal turn you to a mank (woo!)
Throwing dust, throwing bullets (bow)
Stunting on the po pull up
Top-off, car-hooded, this-South-Bronx-boogie
Ooohh
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: A$AP Ferg]
Uh, Harlem n***a with the gold teeth
Hilfiger n***a, only OG
Hilfiger n***as, only 4 deep
But for real, a trilla' n***a bring the whole street
Four trill b**hes on my Rollie
Montana hammer, like I'm Tony
Cocaina ‘til her nose bleed
Make a girl wanna cuff like the police
That flacko n***a be my goldie
Me and Rocky like Apollo Creed
Relax to the max, no cozy
Big dogs on the crib but I'm low-key
Don't fúck with them n***as that be phony
Your BM dont even know me
She all on my wang, Alexander Wang
Yeah, Margiela feel the leather - 4G
These Ape's on my feet, make my cypher complete
Make girls scream "Lord" like I am a priest
I'm a boss n***a, reclining seats
Just collect cash while designing sneaks
White gold teeth every time I speak
3 thou for the smile, n***a I'm a G
Better talk to me nice, n***a I'm a chief
You dealing with a boss, so I need PC
Yeah, I'm bout this bread
I'm bout this dough
I'm bout this dough
Oh-ohh, ohhh, ohhh
[Hook x2]
[Verse 4: Kid Ink]
Keep it 1 hunnid, 1 hunnid in one's
If you tryna have some fun, funds up get you some
The sum of it all (all), all this money in my draw (yeah)
Draw these hoes to my car (egh), add it up, how I ball (go)
Yeah that's bossin' up, but don't bother us
Steady poppin' in, so popular
Love poppin' sh**, its Rocketship
Might take off, so out of here (here)
Here we go again (gain), given in to sin
So sincere since last night, til 6 going in
Sunshine, see the glare (glare), no we ain't playing fair (no)
And you ain't really bout that paper, if it ain't enough to share (what)
Acting like I been on vacation, tell a motherf**er I ain't going nowhere
On my own, playing the cards like the game is solitaire, yeah
[Hook x2]
[Outro: fading out]
Bags and stuff (x6)