Doughboyz Cashout - Boss The f** Up lyrics

If you broke, go k** yourself These n***as run and chase' I'm so drunk spilling dime on my moustache Since you hating I'mma ball on your bum a** I was gonna take it easy on you but f** that Your proof phony, you phony and your watch phony Can you even tell the time on that fake Rollie? I'm tired of n***as 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 f** up Always lying in your raps, n***a, shut the f** up How the hell we gonna believe that you out here moving bricks Wearing dirty a** kicks, n***a, you ain't selling sh** I heard you hating on a player, man sponsored links Can a young n***a get his paper, man Pull them hundred dollar bills and make paper planes Get a n***a monthly salary from day to day Only chance you need to boss the f** up, boss the f** up Running tail on them hoes, I said boss the f** up Boss the f** up, boss the f** up Running tails on them n***as, I said boss the f** up 15 carats in one piece, n***a, 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 Smith warming up Ain't on the floor with the squad, ain't on the floor with us According to us, we them guys in the city You think somebody different, dog, bring them n***as to me Look, you ain't a boss, you a bully bossin peons What I spent in the club I could've bought a neon' tell a b**h i love her when i f** her its the peace sign All I want is s** like my motherf**er street sign (Suss**) ....? can't f** with a cheap hoe Money, money, money, money all we know Boss the f** up, tired of balling, need a TO I heard you hating on a player, man Can a young n***a get his paper, man Pull them hundred dollar bills and make paper planes Get a n***a monthly salary from day to day Only chance you need to boss the f** up, boss the f** up Running tail on them hoes, I said boss the f** up Boss the f** up, boss the f** up Running tails on them n***as, I said boss the f** up Boss the f** up Lil' n***a Boss the f** up b**h n***a Boss the f** up Hoe n***a Boss the f** up Threw away the breitling had to boss my wrist up 'only hitting models, guess I bust my dick up so much champagne, I done caught the hiccups We the weird Detroit in case you got sh** mixed up We had to get money, being broke don't fit us Has been and will before a DJ spin us breitling look cool but I like mines lit up' from five mile but ill pull that 6 up marble floors in my crib, gold forces Lil' n***a 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 n***a get his paper, man Pull them hundred dollar bills and make paper planes Get a n***a monthly salary from day to day Only chance you need to boss the f** up, boss the f** up Running tail on them hoes, I said boss the f** up Boss the f** up, boss the f** up Running tails on them n***as, I said boss the f** up