Boss The Fuck Up

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Quis] BYLUG If you broke go kill yourself These niggas wearing chains that wouldn't fit around a elf My belt cost me $700 nigga plus tax I'm [?] a dime on my mustache Since you hating I'ma ball on your bum ass I was gonna take it easy on you, but fuck that Your coupe phony, you phony, and your watch phony Can you even tell the time on that fake rollie? I'm tired of niggas thinking that they're doing something Cause they finally got some buffys Now they think they're out here stuntin' What you a teenager?, Boy they only $1500 Keep it real I spend more than that on my cleaners bill Boy would you please, boss the fuck up Always lying in your raps, nigga shut the fuck up How the hell we gon believe you out here moving bricks Wearing dirty ass kicks, nigga you ain't selling shit [Hook: Payroll Giovanni] I heard you hating on a player mane Can a young nigga get his paper mane Hundred dollar bills make paper planes Get a monthly salary from day to day Yo bitch ass need to Boss The Fuck Up Boss The Fuck Up Run and tell all them hoes I said Boss The Fuck Up Boss The Fuck Up Run and tell all them niggas I said Boss The Fuck Up [Verse 2: HBK Kidd] Fifteen carats in one piece nigga sum it up 4 AM in [?] county and ain't nothing tucked All hundred in my pockets, crumbled up You going hard, but you ain't going dumb enough Courtside watching Josh Smith warming up Ain't on the floor with the squad they on the floor with us (nigga) According to us, we the guys in the city You think something different dog bring them niggas to me You ain't a boss, you a bully bossing peons What I spent in the club I could of bought a neon I couldn't tell a bitch I love her, when I fuck her its the peace sign All I want is sex like a motherfucking [?] sign Baby it's [?] Can't fuck with a cheap hoe Money money money all we know Tired of balling, need a TO [Hook: Payroll Giovanni] I heard you hating on a player mane Can a young nigga get his paper mane Hundred dollar bills make paper planes Get a monthly salary from day to day Yo bitch ass need to Boss The Fuck Up Boss The Fuck Up Run and tell all them hoes Boss The Fuck Up Boss The Fuck Up Run and tell all them niggas I said Boss The Fuck Up Lil nigga, Boss The Fuck Up Bitch nigga, boss the fuck up Hoe nigga, Boss The Fuck Up [Verse 3: Payroll Giovanni] 41 Threw away the Breitling had to boss my wrist up Only hitting models guess I bossed my dick up So much champagne I done caught the hiccups We the real Detriot unless you got shit mixed up We had to get money being broke don't fit us Had spinning wheels before a dj spin us Plains look cool, but I like mines lit up (yup) From 45 but I'll pull that 6 up (bitch) Marble floors in my crib Gold forces, lil nigga roll with me I'm [?] bosses Sleepin' with my chopper at night, I'm so cautious Sold dope most of my life that's why I talk it [Hook: Payroll Giovanni] I heard you hating on a player mane Can a young nigga get his paper mane Hundred dollar bills make paper planes Get a monthly salary from day to day Yo bitch ass need to Boss The Fuck Up Boss The Fuck Up Run and tell all them hoes Boss The Fuck Up Boss The Fuck Up Run and tell all them niggas I said Boss The Fuck Up Lil nigga, Boss The Fuck Up Bitch nigga, boss the fuck up Hoe nigga, Boss The Fuck Up