Lyrics On the Boss - Cashis

On the Boss

On the B.O.S boss, money makin on my grind, I’mma shine\nTalkin nothing suckas, you ain’t touchin mine cuz you dyin\nOn the B.O.S. getting money time\nI’m fryin out my ride cuz I’m livin on my rhyme man, man lyin\nOn the B.O.S boss, money makin on my grind, I’mma shine\nTalkin nothing suckas, you ain’t touchin mine cuz you dyin\nOn the B.O.S. getting money time\nI’m fryin out my ride cuz I’m livin on my rhyme man, man lyin (On the B.O.S!)\nLate night, great bright, yea your phone table\nTurn brinks to crunks, major we get yo\nWe bangin cheese, Unit be my motherfuckin label\nI’m outlaw, Pac in, Hussein Fado\nA sick brain, mom’s missed the pinato\nSplit cruising, toosin, hold em like bagels\nI’m in the bay though, feeling Fuego\nSmoking on purp and I’ll go like Lakers yo\nI’mma base through, Bogus brand capo\nWith 6 foot, all hundred dollar bill capo\nAnd my son OG like the masons\nLamos talkin bout bread and never make none\nWhen I cop that bullet, pullin like I’m never lude you\nAnd the laws be lookin for someone for restitution\nWhen I’m walkin through — stopping you at the revolution\nAnd when I talk this shit, G salute like Larry Hoove\nOn the B.O.S boss, money makin on my grind, I’mma shine\nTalkin nothing suckas, you ain’t touchin mine cuz you dyin\nOn the B.O.S. getting money time\nI’m fryin out my ride cuz I’m livin on my rhyme man, man lyin\nOn the B.O.S boss, money makin on my grind, I’mma shine\nTalkin nothing suckas, you ain’t touchin mine cuz you dyin\nOn the B.O.S. getting money time\nI’m fryin out my ride cuz I’m livin on my rhyme man, man lyin (On the B.O.S!)\nAll them leathers fine, pedal to the metal fly\nSippin on my reddal tie, hella high\nLeggo guy, spending digit get em low\nKilling nigga in assault\nNiggas see I’m strapped like I’m rockin Wayne skinny so\nYoung money general, young with money getting mo\nFound these BBS’s so I’m staking til them brick the most\nGet up on my level toe, wanted by them pretty hoes\nRidin to the max, I ain’t strapped but a fella know\nSee I’m on my T.I., bitch I’m bout my Bia\nThese motherfuckers see us go die before they see that\nYou said it’s on no B block it’s open fire when I see guns\nEverything to the right, I be whilin girl and I’m east side\nSeelin flat, no camel, I’ll be holdin all the ammo\nHoppin on the Cebanal, throwin aroma candle\nReppified — go blamo\nBlack dragon like Rambo\nGodDamn, my dog in this park is in what I have you\nI got to\nOn the B.O.S boss, money makin on my grind, I’mma shine\nTalkin nothing suckas, you ain’t touchin mine cuz you dyin\nOn the B.O.S. getting money time\nI’m fryin out my ride cuz I’m livin on my rhyme man, man lyin\nOn the B.O.S boss, money makin on my grind, I’mma shine\nTalkin nothing suckas, you ain’t touchin mine cuz you dyin\nOn the B.O.S. getting money time\nI’m fryin out my ride cuz I’m livin on my rhyme man, man lyin (On the B.O.S!)\nFore you disrespecting, how the fuck you couldn’t see me?\nIn that black GTC with humps in the ella 50\nGet every day, I’m fessing out every stations\nWith a nigga such a fearless, looking bitch at my gang’s wager\nGirl scout cookies, bought a boat that’s why I’m always bakin\nWreck with thin bricks, build a empire, shoulda been a mason\nWhy your favorite rapper tell you that he isn’t trickin?\nAs it makes then get right back to cheatin on these records\nGod as my witness, any nigga that got his shit slipped\nHe deserved it, never knocked a nigga down over no district\nSoldier of fortune, pay on the porch torchin\nWhy every nigga that I fuck with you can go to stick a fork in\nCount your blessings because raps assessing promise to you\nYou could be like me, still be doing shit that you say you do\nHappen to hit your block for food while you losin a few\nA show in the tonic, worth it no matter how much they pay you\nOn the B.O.S boss, money makin on my grind, I’mma shine\nTalkin nothing suckas, you ain’t touchin mine cuz you dyin\nOn the B.O.S. getting money time\nI’m fryin out my ride cuz I’m livin on my rhyme man, man lyin\nOn the B.O.S boss, money makin on my grind, I’mma shine\nTalkin nothing suckas, you ain’t touchin mine cuz you dyin\nOn the B.O.S. getting money time\nI’m fryin out my ride cuz I’m livin on my rhyme man, man lyin (On the B.O.S!)