Lifted (Producer) - Bossin' Up (Extended Version) lyrics

[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)