Letras
Boss now
You can tell the way I floss now
I floss now
Yeah, yeah, yeah
See me round the city, heard I'm cashing checks now
She want flex now
That ain't her main nigga, that's her ex now
She shoot me texts now
Tell me scoop her from the west now
I'm headed westbound
Tryna do her in the Vette now
I need to know if you down for a nigga
Pick up that mail, get them pounds for a nigga
Drop that shit off and chill round with a nigga
Stick with me, baby, we bound to get richer
You get in the picture, I'm all about money
Counting these hunnits
Them bands, I'ma run it
500 horses, one push of this button
Finessing and flexing, I'm cutting and checking
She pop it like weapons, went up in my section
No second, no guessing, no talking, no questions
She giving them lessons for all of these blessings
She call me the reverend
Hitting her off with all of these sermons
I'm loving the way that she working
The way that she moving so perfect
She wan break me off with no title
Swear I go through, the same cycles
First night, she said she not the type to
Talking to me like I'm tryna wife you
Bossin
Sipping on the good drink, give a motherfucker what it's
Costin
Gold teeth all in my mouth, you can tell that I'm
Flossing
Phone bling-a-linging every time that I look money
Calling
Calling, yeah
Everywhere I go, the money calling
And every time I look, she keep on calling
Top shelf sipping, we be bossing
Give a motherfucker what it be costin
Boss now, I'm a boss now
You can tell the way I floss now
Fighting bitches off my drawers now
In the dog pound, call my dogs down
Free them all now, some niggas dead and gone now
They did my niggas wrong now
Money long now
Came a long way from not having Nate Thaniel
I hopped out that white thing, they looking around like
Goddamn Daniel
Back at it again, I'm just tryna live it like I'm Sosa
Numb to the bullshit like I put it all in my nose
She wan break me off with no title
Swear I go through, the same cycles
First night, she said she not the type to
Talking to me like I'm tryna wife you
Bossin
Sipping on the good drink, give a motherfucker what it's
Costin
Gold teeth all in my mouth, you can tell that I'm
Flossing
Phone bling-a-linging every time that I look money
Calling
Calling, yeah