Boss Her Up

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Celly Ru] Eh bitch Do your dance, this your song for real Eh bitch Where your man? Why you alone for real? I been up, I'm still acting like I'm broke for real [?] just gave me 250, I'm up like 4 for real Hold on You fly, baby, spread your wings Let's [?] baby, I'm the same nigga in your dreams I'm just like [?], [?] a nigga bitch, now she with me If I like baby, I just might never let her leave Hat bitch mine now, boss her up to a new lifestyle She got that ass that she been wanting, that bitch right now Before we met, she had no bag, she got like 5 now I'm mix matching dеsigner, she on fleek, lil baby tight now Can't keep 1, that's too close to having no bitchеs Can't keep up with them, sometimes I got like 4 bitches You been layed up with that slut, ain't talking no business [?] trap [?] Eh bitch, get off your ass, do your job How the fuck this bitch want something real, But she not? Why the fuck that bitch asking for percentage and you're not? How the fuck she think she mine, and she ain't give me all she got? Hold on This shit been getting outa hand Why she talking broke to me? She know that I don't understand Thought you said you was my ho, then bitch, put it in my hand Don't be acting like my old bitch, 'cause that ho been doing bad [Chorus: Celly Ru] That bitch mine now Boss her up to a new lifestyle She got that ass that she been wanting, that bitch right now Mix match designer, she on fleek, that bitch tight now Got up off her ass and got a bag, had to bite down Hello, bitch New ho, who is this? Wanna see your nigga shine, and put something on my wrist Had to [?] my last ho, look at where that bitch is [?] that bitch stupid as it gets [Verse 2: YN Jay] Bitch, you so stupid Eh Bitch want me to make her fall in love, but I'm not Cupid Bitch think I'm a let her cheat on me, bitch, I'm not stupid I know I probably crack a lotta jokes, but I'm not foolish I can move some [?] on the block, but I'm not moving Walked in the party so smooth, but I'm not groovy I'm a bunch of shit ixed together, but I'm not smoothy I got all Double G on, but I'm not Gucci Bitch, I'm a young fly nigga, but I'm not Lucci We ain't stopping at no red lights, I'm not Toosi I be mixing Gucci with the Versace with the Louie Bitch don't wipe her ass, she ot crumbs on her booty [Verse 3: Louie Ray] She mine's now On my dick, saw me iced out Lights out, 200 bands on me, right now I told her don't be naked walking through here, wearing nightgowns She only wanna fuck me outside, but I like wild Hung up on that bitch, and I scratched out I be running through it quietly, but the pack loud [?] you probably couldn't enter, if [?] You know the reasons why you ain't around, and I ain't dumbing down You know the prices on [?] we done buying, I ain't coming down If you see me pull up, you know it's money round Fake rich, that's why [?] thick as honey now 7 jolly ranchers [?] pop gummy now Running low, hitting my plays with the run around Keep strapped, known to hustle hard, but I gun him down [?] her ass matching her titties She ain't never left [?] I took her [?] city [Chorus: Celly Ru] That bitch mine now Boss her up to a new lifestyle She got that ass that she been wanting, that bitch right now Mix match designer, she on fleek, that bitch tight now Got up off her ass and got a bag, [?] Hello, bitch New ho, who is this? Wanna see your nigga shine, and put something on my wrist Had to [?] my last ho, look at where that bitch is [?] that bitch stupid as it gets