Nothing 2 Lose ft. Big3Guapo Lyrics

She need a Audemar

& a Philippe Patek

Gotta get it by any means she running up a check

She pop Dom Pérignon

Then pop a Percocet

She got tired of fuckin' niggas callin' her collect

She wanna boss

She see the way that I move

She wanna boss

She ain't got nothing to lose

She wanna boss

She done had to many fools

She wanna boss

Somebody breakin' the rules

Shorty want a nigga who gone catch it when she throw it back

Told her when it's time to get to work there ain't no holdin' back

She know i'm that nigga gettin' money, shorty noticed that

Lately all my money doubled up, there ain't no foldin' that

Carry my own stick, uh

No you can not hold my strap

She always be fucken' with them niggas that be known to cap

We known to rap, been totin' straps

I ain't with the instagram

These niggas they insta fans

Baby girl come get your mans

I ain't with the beefin' cause these niggas go on Twitter rants

He ain't talkin' bout no money moves my call I disconnect

I only pulled up to collect

Shorty tryna pay with sex

Baby I ain't into that

She trappin' off the only fans

She need a Audemar

& a Philippe Patek

Gotta get it by any means she running up a check

She pop Dom Pérignon

Then pop a Percocet

She got tired of fuckin' niggas callin' her collect

She wanna boss

She see the way that I move

She wanna boss

She ain't got nothing to lose

She wanna boss

She done had to many fools

She wanna boss

Somebody breakin' the rules

These niggas a hit a lick & get pinched, now they locked up

Me, I'm making plays oh that's yo bitch no you lost her

Henny & Percocet they turn ya boy to a monster

Busy running a check up eating steak with the lobster

Dom Pérignon cork poppin' just like a Draco

She think imma blow, told lil baby I can't go

Boss she checkin' moves big ones yeah I make those

Fake hoes I cannot give you any my pesos

She wanna boss, I'm like the Don

My money long, like how I floss

Hate when I'm gone, I pay the cost

I got the sauce, she wanna boss

I'm like the man, cash in my hand

I Randy Moss, took it & ran

Man of the house, follow the plan

She wanna boss, can't hold her hand

I get so high, sticks like the band

I been the guy, don't give a damn

I'm with the clan, I'm with the gang

I'm with yo bitch, she givin' brain

She wanna boss, I'm like the Don

My money long, like how I floss

Hate when I'm gone, I pay the cost

I got the sauce, she wanna boss

She need a Audemar

& a Philippe Patek

Gotta get it by any means she running up a check

She pop Dom Pérignon

Then pop a Percocet

She got tired of fuckin' niggas callin' her collect

She wanna boss

She see the way that I move

She wanna boss

She ain't got nothing to lose

She wanna boss

She done had too many fools

She wanna boss

Somebody breakin' the rules