| I’m stuntin', switchin' lanes with my nigga Wayne
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| We out, we signed up, we can party every day
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| I do boss shit like cashin' out on anything I see
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| Just copped a new B in a deal wit-
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| Payroll
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| Payroll
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| Payroll
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| Payroll
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| Nigga, I’m a boss, ya chain and the cross
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| All big stones, next day it’s rose gold (Yeah)
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| Respected by my foes, hated by some friends
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| But I just smirk about it in my big body Benz (Ha)
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| Damn, can’t a nigga win without these jealous motherfuckers?
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| Look at all these niggas, bunch of failin' motherfuckers (Look at 'em)
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| You could send 'em on a plane or you could mail the motherfuckers
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| It don’t matter how they came, we still gon' sell the motherfuckers
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| Tried to tell you motherfuckers, stop playin' with a boss
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| You sellin' wolf tickets, but your soul got bought (Yeah)
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| Tied my last on a bag and the load got caught
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| Couldn’t cop to the pluggers, it was nobody’s fault (Damn)
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| Had to bounce back, had to start over from scratch (Yeah)
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| Now I got scratch, you make us reach, we drop stacks
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| Every nigga would be prosperous in some way, it’s all facts (Yeah)
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| Livin' like I went Platinum and I never got a plaque (Never)
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| I do boss shit, hog shit, frostbit
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| Move alone and talk shit, bounce from a loss quick
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| I do boss shit, European in the lot
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| Barely see me on the block, I’m havin' meetings on the yacht (Yup)
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| I do boss shit, big chunks, no pebbles
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| Bossed up at different levels, used to flood different ghettos (Yeah)
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| I do boss shit, make my man into a boss
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| Now his man’s rockin' frost, to me, that’s how the game is taught
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| I do boss shit
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| Been doin' this shit since high school
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| Payroll
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| Payroll
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| Boss shit
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| Wholesale dealer, I don’t sell no fuckin' halves (Nah)
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| Undress it out the wrapper, then the work take a bath (Yup)
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| Used to duck the feds 'til I took a different path
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| Sky dwellin' on my ex face, I’m dwellin' on the past (Bitch)
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| Mixin' heron with some gloves and a mask
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| A hundred thou' cash in a Louis duffle bag
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| What you gon' do with that? |
| 'Bout to turn it into two, too
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| 'Cause if I fall off, I can’t depend on you (Nah)
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| It be the cat that ain’t acknowledged talkin' like he want a problem
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| I ain’t know that you exist, boy, you soundin' like a bitch
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| You be frownin' in a bucket, I’ll be smilin' in a six
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| Bitch, it’s DBC for life, I never found another clique
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| I do boss shit, hog shit, frostbit
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| Move alone and talk shit, bounce from a loss quick
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| I do boss shit, European in the lot
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| Barely see me on the block, I’m havin' meetings on the yacht (Yup)
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| I do boss shit, big chunks, no pebbles
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| Bossed up at different levels, used to flood different ghettos (Yeah)
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| I do boss shit, make my man into a boss
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| Now his man’s rockin' frost, to me, that’s how the game is taught
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| I do boss shit
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| I’m a boss that came in it frosty
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| All rose gold, I be stuntin' on these hoes
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| Five hundred on my toes, fifteen on my wrist
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| Eleven on my neck and your ho on my dick
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| I flip money quickly and my niggas hood rich
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| We stay doin' hood shit, I iced out the hood quick
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| Niggas lookin' for a link thinkin' they gon' link me
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| 'Cause the K’s iced out and I froze the fifty |