Bosses ft. TreeDogg Mr. Atm Lyrics

Ha

B4M shit nigga

Bitch ass nigga

Yeah

Triple D shit

See I make them moves like them bosses do

My diamonds drip water no fossett

When he started hatin' he lost me

Please tell your lil bitch get up off me

And quit tuggin' my coat cause it's costly

I'm knowin' they hate how I'm flossing

Different flavors of gas I got options

Fuck 12 in the mirror can't stop this

Four 5th in the stash of the cockpit

If it's smoke then you know I'm a pop shit

Some like a doorbell you can't knock this

Big steppin' in gators we bosses

Shit I'm tryna get it for sure

Nigga

You dig

Yeah

Yeah

And you know I ain't takin' no losses

See I'm bout my cheese and these niggaz rats

I'm settin' these traps

Guaranteed he done if he cross it

Fuck is my mind I done lost it

Want it better get it fuck the cost bitch

All year round we ballin

Look at the faces of the haters as they talking

Forgiatos they gleam when I crawl

Yeah this is my season to ball

Big racks stacks yeah I want it all

Keep one in the head so don't try me at all

The fuck is you sayin' lil nigga

Fuck all that talkin' wherever you playing

That's where you land lil nigga

You see the diamonds just look at the bezel

If I get the torch then that's it for you fellas

He may got the sauce but I drip a lil better

Come go with me baby we changin' the weather

Cruisin' through the city reclinin' on leather

When I visit your bitch she just drip a lil better

Keep choosin' my pimpin' cause it's a lil better

Got my two's and fews I want all them extras

Surrounded by killers so watch how you stepping

If it's smoked then it's on us we clutchin' together

No rookie mistake boy you fuckin' with veterans

See I make the moves like them bosses do

My diamonds drip water no fossett

When he started hatin' he lost me

Please tell your lil bitch get up off me

And quit tuggin' my toe cause it's costly

I'm knowin' they hate how I'm flossin

Different flavors of gas I got options

Fuck 12 in the mirror can't stop this

Four 5th in the sash of the cockpit

If it's smoked then you know I'm a pop shit

Somethin' like a doorbell you can't knock this

Big stepper in gators we bosses

Shit I'm tryin' to get it for sure

Nigga you dig

Yeah yeah

And you know I ain't takin' no losses

Ain't no major label out here finessin' me

I need a brat like Jermaine Dupri

I know you hatin' it's plain to see

I graduated with no degree

Now I'm in KC they notice me

I pull up sellin' that Joe to see

That means she got somewhere else to be

A paid show that's featuring me

Swiss beast my Alicia Keys

Obama my Michelle to B

Cocaine them hunnid B's

MC Lyte I came to plant a seed

Weak rappers then watered down the industry

I done gave rappers chances to start the beef

I'm on Barcelona gunpowder hittin' the street

I'm like a hippo dog when it's time to eat

I'm like a walrus dog when I show my teeth

Can't pay for the brain what she did to me

Niggaz all on Twitter tryin' to tweak her P

Tellin' I know just why I clutch the P

All the politics turn to policies

I remember them times you wouldn't hire me

So I opened up a business that hired me

Nobody else could fire me

See I make the moves like them bosses do

My diamonds drip water no fossett

When he started hatin' he lost me

Please tell your lil' bitch get up off me

And quit tuggin' my coat cause it's costly

I'm knowin' they hate how I'm flossin

Different flavors of gas I got options

Fuck 12 in the mirror can't stop this

Four-fifth in the sash of the cockpit

If it's smoke then you know I'm a pop shit

Something like a doorbell you can't knock this

Big stepper in gators we bosses

Shit, I'm tryin' to get it for show, nigga

You dig

Yeah, yeah

And you know I ain't takin' no losses