Crooked I - On My Mama I'm a Boss lyrics

[Hook] Imma rock that ice, I put that on my mama Imma shine like lights, I put that on my mama Imma ride big wheels, I put that on my mama Imma count dollar bills, I put that on my mama Imma boss [Verse: 1] I know you thinking you're getting cash without Crooked I I think you rappers need to ask about Crooked I I'm in the Aston Martin smashing out laughing while n***as cry Ice mixed with platinum how sick am I? I let the watch bling bloaw it ain't playin' wit cha Now that's the way you freeze time without taking pictures What up baby? Yeah you got the right shape system Now you need a boss about his change like a shape shifter I hit you strip club freak with them racks Throwing dough up in the air like I'm making pizza from scratch That's why them gold diggers want a piece of my scraps Got no cheese for you rats baby these are the facts Crooked is hood money chasing industry paper If you don't know the biz go listen to vapers I keep an extra fly b**h in the scraper Sharpton and Jesse hate me f** it this is for gangsters [Hook] [Verse: 2] Boss, a two seater when you see me come I floss, these freaks must be thinking he's the one You loud mouths 'bout to see the gun Then become silent like the "B" in dumb just for bein' dumb I caught the boys slick talkin' and it been on since I'm from the LBC but I don't hang around no old pimps Your old a** fell off, you need a pace maker Your clothes didn't sell nah you ain't a taste maker OK now let me hit you with some real talk I'm pimping my ride before the price sticker gets peeled off OK now if I say how much the wheels cost You would say that I was a lil' off, Imma real boss My flow is like liquid like I got too much fluid in the lungs Nah screw it I'm just fluent with the tongue Soon as I walk into the club the foolishness begun My dude I'm street money son doing this for fun [Hook] [Verse: 3] Lyrics Coming Soon...