[Intro: Kid Ink]
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Okay
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Bossin' up
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You, you can check we bossin'
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[Hook x2: Kid Ink]
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Yeah
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Valet park my whip nigga
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Hammer time for my chips nigga
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(Bossin' up!)
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Add it up, your girlfriend choosin' so you mad as fuck
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Chillin' with my coalition nigga's rackin' up
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(Bossin' up) add it up
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(Bossin' up) add it up
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A lil' Louis but my bitch wants some bags and stuff
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[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
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It goes
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Valet when I park it
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OG when I spark it
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Money speak when I'm talkin'
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J's on when I'm walking
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They fired up like arsen
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You can't touch my garments
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Up late nights pass Carson
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Drinkin' large proportions of that turn up juice
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Got your girlfriend, loose
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Shakin' that ass listening to Luke
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Give a nigga all holes no loops
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Give a nigga all brain no lip
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I be at the ball hanging no grip
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Pant saggin' no four fitfh
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My security bullets like four inches
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Kick that shit like four ninjas
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Did that shit for my nigga's who
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Made it out the hood to the good side
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Bossin' up with no tie
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You heard it through the grape vine
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And I was actually there, yeah
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It's clear who's been gettin' to the bread like Panera, ugh
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[Hook x2]
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[Verse 2: French Montana]
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Ooh Haaan,
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Bossed up in this bitch, got my doors up in this bitch
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Don't get tossed up in this bitch,
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I'm like ooh haaan, Coke Boyz in this bitch
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Got Kid Ink in this bitch, got ASAP Ferg in this bitch
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Hundred on that stage nigga, hundred in them K's nigga
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In that Porsche Boxster, stuntin' to my grave nigga
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Strap with the forty shit real life shit
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Talkin' about the purple smokin' fills outchea
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Stingy with the money but the shells I shed
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My nigga rip the gold off your grill outchea
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Pull up in a tank, cup full of drank
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Make ten mill, stuff it in the bank
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Fifty on a Rollie, hundred on a link
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Think you an animal, I turn you to a mink
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Throwin' darts, throwin bullets, stuntin' on ‘em
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Hoes pull the top off car hood this South Bronx oooh
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[Hook x2]
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[Verse 3: ASAP Ferg]
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Hello nigga with the gold teeth
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Hilfiger nigga only OG
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Hilfiger niggas only four deep
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But for real that trilla nigga bring the whole street
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Four trill bitches on my Rollie
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Montana hammer like I'm Tony
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Cocaine to her nose bleed
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Make your girl want to cuff the police
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That Flacko nigga goldie
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Me and Rocky like Apolla Creed
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Relax, to the max no cozy
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Big doors on the crib but I'm lowkey
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Don't fl… with the niggas they be phony
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Your B M don't even know me
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She all on my wang, Alexander Wang
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Yeah, my fella….. four G's
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Ape's on the feet made .. complete
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Made girls scream Lord like I am a Priest
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I'm a boss nigga with blonde in seats
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Just collect cash while designer sneaks
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White gold teeth every time I speak
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Three thou for the smile nigga I'm a G
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Better talk to me nice I'mma chief
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You dealin' with a boss so I need PC
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[Bridge]
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I'm out this bitch
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I'm out this door
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I'm out this door
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[Hook x2]
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[Verse 4: Kid Ink]
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Keep it one hunnid, hunnid in ones
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If you trying to have some fun, funds up
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Get you some, some of it all
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All this money in my drawer, draw these hoes to my car
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Add it up how I ball
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Yeah that's bossin' up, dont bother us
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Steady poppin' .., so popular
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Love poppin' shit, its right ship might take off outta here
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Here we go again, givenin' a sin
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So sin.. since last night til six going in
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Sun shines see the glare
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No we aint playin' fair
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You really aint bout that paper if there aint enough to share
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Actin' like I've been on vacation
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Tell a motherfucker I aint goin' nowhere
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On my own playin the cards like the game is Solataire (yeah)
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[Hook x2]
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Bossin Up (Remix)
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Kid Ink |