Lyrics Nonchalant - AUNZ, Mr. Magic, Fat Stackz

Nonchalant

You can play 'round if you want to
I’m in the cut makin' boss moves
Add it up, rack it up, plan it up
Just like a boss do
You can play 'round if you want to
I’m in the cut makin' boss moves
Add it up, rack it up, plan it up
Just like a boss do
Gotta go get it and gotta keep going
Not playin' no games, man, I’m serious
If you don’t think I’ma get it, you trippin'
Yeah, you delirious
You can play 'round if you want to
I’m in the cut makin' boss moves
Add it up, rack it up, plan it up
Just like a boss do
Can’t lose, no, I can’t
Long as I’m taking chances, no, I can’t lose
On my own tune, on my own two
Baby, sit back, watch how a boss move
Out here takin' lotta risk
Tryna shine on both my wrist
Drenched in gold like a king
Like a wizard with the pen
You don’t know what I done
You don’t know what I seen
You don’t know what it take
To hustle with a dolla and a lotta dreams
Dope man, dope man
Karl Malone, postman
I’on do it for the gram, no
Day and night, I’m loadin' ammo
For that check I go commando
Since the lobby and the bando
When I used to mob with PK, HB and Money Marco
Mirror, mirror, mirror, life is really a dream
The older that I get, I understand what it mean
Let’s map a blueprint out to run it up to a million
And stack it way way tall up there like Porzingis and ceilings
I know you relate to the feeling
You can play 'round if you want to
I’m in the cut makin' boss moves
Add it up, rack it up, plan it up
Just like a boss do
You can play 'round if you want to
I’m in the cut makin' boss moves
Add it up, rack it up, plan it up
Just like a boss do
Gotta go get it and gotta keep going
Not playin' no games, man, I’m serious
If you don’t think I’ma get it, you trippin'
Yeah, you delirious
You can play 'round if you want to
I’m in the cut makin' boss moves
Add it up, rack it up, plan it up
Just like a boss do
Everything was a dream, uh
Woke up to the cream, uh
Money moves in my e-mail
I ain’t gotta tell you details
Drippin' sauce on a playa
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Might need a plaque for this one
Just 'cause we black and gifted
I got my name on a million
You got your name on a statement
I got it stacked to the ceiling
Funny, we came from the basement
Hol' up
Add it up, rack it up
Back up li’l thot, you ain’t bad enough
I’m in the field, just like batter up
Look
Boss moves all I know
I can’t do nothin' for the low
Backpack filled up with dough
Yo baby father tweakin' for the glow
Tryna steal the drip, that’s a no
Hit the stu' and snap, fabo
In the club with a J. Lo
I’ma need the racks before the show
You can play 'round if you want to
I’m in the cut makin' boss moves
Add it up, rack it up, plan it up
Just like a boss do
You can play 'round if you want to
I’m in the cut makin' boss moves
Add it up, rack it up, plan it up
Just like a boss do
Gotta go get it and gotta keep going
Not playin' no games, man, I’m serious
If you don’t think I’ma get it, you trippin'
Yeah, you delirious
You can play 'round if you want to
I’m in the cut makin' boss moves
Add it up, rack it up, plan it up
Just like a boss do