The X Factor ft. Bossmade Gee Lyrics

Boss Made

Yep

Yep

She done put the pussy on me having flashbacks

Man I used to hit the road was in them stores getting cashback

I'm finna hit the mall, I'm coming out with hella Saks bags

Man this bitch begging for money already showing red flags

I know she got some good pussy, where lil Chareya

I hit her inbox like let's get it on

I'm feeling Marvin Gaye

Matter of fact, I'm cutting it to her how much I gotta pay

Nigga, my punch is green as hell, I can make some thousands in a day

Boy Jeffin Matt Hardy, I'm coming with the ladder

Hoping that I see the right face and I'ma let them have it

Pops sold with the Birdman's, I'm stuntin' like my daddy

Niggas broke a hell, turned 21 and wanna be a savage

I got a ride with hella shots, I'm coming with a baggage

A nigga play with me, I'm on his porch finna leave a package

Boy, I know you don't want beef, so stop all that acting

Nigga, I don't even like to talk, but get paid for rapping

I'm Chris Paul with the dice, I'm doing all the passing

Nigga, I light this Za up, man, you bet not pass it

Finna race my nigga to a ten, let's see who go the fastest

Before I sit and argue with a nigga, I send him caskets

She gon' eat the dick up real good, cause she ain't had no daddy

Man this bitch opened me up, she got me watching Baddies

Cash

Bitch, it's the league, players pass me the ball, I'ma score a basket

G said he wanna see another ten, cause I did that last week

In a Model Y, you tryna race and can't go past me

Bows of the Za's, take my number if you got an addy

Gotta line up a player's phone, but look like Madden

Bitch want me to get everything, she wish I'm Aladdin

Slip clear for a whole whoop, I'm finna go and grab it

From the looks, niggas broke, and they be the maddest

On the book, she shaking ass, swearing she the baddest

Right now, I'm smoking dirty water, and I'm not passing

In the club, tip the bottle, girl, they be way better

Broke up with the lil' bitch, now she a lame after

Lidnsay Lohan, all these bitches be lame actors

Clutches, nigga, on the team, they call me the X Factor

Up before the sun, cause I'm waiting on my next package

Finna do another run, I ask G, what's the next matchup

I don't even wanna fuck lil' bitch, back up

Bitch think she a city girl, now she tryna act up

Gucci shades on in the club, and them racks tucked

Dog shit on me, where the money counter, I'm tryna add up

Four of wock and a duece of Par, a turn the pop to Dracula

Bro, got the strap right, now he a fap,

I ain't gon' say if she grab my dick, that's harassment

If I'm in SRT, this a one-way up in traffic

I was down in Lansing, passing dimes out like I'm magic