Boss Yo Life Up

Lyrics

[Intro: Tay B] Classic Huh, huh, huh, yeah [Chorus: Tay B] Everybody iced up, came up off white stuff You might see my bitch talking crazy, 'cause she piped up You a rat, you ain't playing sports, why you miked up? I'll put you on the payroll and boss your life up Everybody iced up, came up off white stuff You might see my bitch talking crazy, 'cause she piped up You a rat, you ain't playing sports, why you miked up? I'll put you on the payroll and boss your life up [Verse 1: Tay B] Chrome Heart shades, Prada shades, I don't like Buffs Bought the Cullinan and the Urus 'cause I like trucks I need two friends to eat this dick, yeah, I like sluts You ain't never ever had no motion, I know life sucks Huh, you crazy if you think this shit was gave to me Shit, I passed thе ball, you couldn't score, why you blaming me? The only onе with good work around, I had to change fee I hang around with real superstars, but it ain't changing me Still Tay, hand still in a lot of shit Still I pull up on the block with my dawgs and politic You too grown to chase hoes, lil' dawg, that's college shit Once you get the money, hoes gon' come, that's common sense My lil', yeah, brain good, she deserve a scholarship Ms in the bank, I almost cried when that deposit hit Some of my niggas played it back, because they really dropping shit I know they praying that I fail, that ain't really stopping shit I ain't never been no pussy, but I get a lot of it Maybach, feeling like a boss when I hop in it The street money too good, I don't know how to quit Really proud of myself, so I be buying Prada shit You know the routine, bitch, after I fuck, I gotta dip She ain't really like her titties, so I went and got them lift You know the routine, run through the bag and cop again If we can get money together, nigga, then we locking in [Chorus: Tay B] Yeah, everybody iced up, came up off white stuff You might see my bitch talking crazy, 'cause she piped up You a rat, you ain't playing sports, why you miked up? I'll put you on the payroll and boss your life up Everybody iced up, came up off white stuff You might see my bitch talking crazy, 'cause she piped up You a rat, you ain't playing sports, why you miked up? I'll put you on the payroll and boss your life up [Verse 2: Payroll Giovanni] Yeah, I got rich off of local runs Since day one, I talked money and I showed you some I talked foreigns while I rolled in one I talked moving the bag, the same time I probably sold you one Neck going numb, courtesy of golden sun Got known from word of mouth before a promo run Plug helped when rap slow, shit, I owe him one But then again, I pay my tabs, I don't owe him none Yeah, my son go to sleep in Bape tees My daughter Rollie eight Gs, my chill watch a AP In the pandemic, stores was full of dudes I ain't seen Now jewelry store is back to norm, I only see Tay B (What up though?) Bitch, this Chinchilla, not a fucking black and grey mink Gotta get to it, 'cause this lifestyle, it ain't cheap Took a loss, came back richer, they like, "It can't be" (It can't) I made your nigga boss up, you should thank me (Huh, bitch) [Chorus: Tay B] Yeah, everybody iced up, came up off white stuff (Yeah) You might see my bitch talking crazy, 'cause she piped up You a rat, you ain't playing sports, why you miked up? I'll put you on the payroll and boss your life up Everybody iced up, came up off white stuff You might see my bitch talking crazy, 'cause she piped up You a rat, you ain't playing sports, why you miked up? I'll put you on the payroll and boss your life up