Bossed up

It's a dirt to them niggas what they would try

Finger sense with the drake until the wood drop

Bitch you a slut, what you doing, wish you would stop

Take a trade to the face for my hood, got her

Look at me now, I done bossed up

Won't get a conversation, nigga, I don't talk much

A mirror jeans, keep a lynx and some white bucks

We getting money, give a fuck, who don't like us

I never knew it come to this

But I always had a plan, I be rich