Bosses Don't Speak

歌詞

Can't go out there playin' when you see us young rich niggas Droppin' straight cash on whips, flooded ice I know you like, "How the fuck these niggas got so much drip?" Hundred thousand dollar watches Three point five million dollar cribs and shit Check the Forbes list, nigga I'm in the coupe, fo' sho Candy coat Maison Margiela my coat I'm on froze Put a lil bitch on the cold Anna Nicole Everything glitter ain't gold You're gettin' exposed Hop in the frog and leap Patek Philippe Servin' them dummy bricks I get them for cheap Hop in the Wraith and I creep Massage the seats I got the racks in the brief Bosses don't speak All of my bitch ain't a hundred Oh yeah, my wrist cost a hundred Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds I'll take your life for this money I took the top of the coupe, it's insane I did this shit for the pain Boarding a private plane Audemar Pig' with the skeleton plain Put her on X, put her on percs There go Set, baller alert Don't sip liquor, I'm only on syrup Put the dope in your hand, want the money on the first I got a bag of the 'lato, the cookie, the sherbert It's a murder on the Nawf and they try to put me in the verdict I got the birdies, ballin' like Julius Erving Cookin' it early, dope get to singin' like Shirley Got thirties on thirties, we callin' them thirties Steph Curry Don't talk to me dirty 'cause my niggas goin' seven thirty Gave her the pink molly, told a bitch yeah it's Kirby I'ma just fuck her three times and then I'ma curve it Oh my God, she said her feelings is hurtin' Shut the fuck up lil' thotty, suck it and slurp it Where was everybody when I was just hurtin'? Only the gang survived, it's family first I'm in the coupe, fo' sho Candy coat Maison Margiela my coat I'm on froze Put a lil bitch on the cold Anna Nicole Everything glitter ain't gold You're gettin' exposed Hop in the frog and leap Patek Philippe Servin' them dummy bricks I get them for cheap Hop in the Wraith and I creep Massage the seats I got the racks in the brief Bosses don't speak Oh my God, I bought a foreign and Dodge Oh my God, I had a foreign menage Oh my God, thought you were real, you 'flauge Bullets fly and then you flee, nigga we seen your heart Iced teeth cellphone beep Fight me, body bag sheets Am I geeked? Bitch I might be Chanel seats, mansion twelve thousand square feet Once I beat, I tell that bitch to stay away from me I'm not talkin' 'bout no thot, I'm talkin' your favorite piece I came from the Nawf then jumped into the Major League You ain't never drove this valet so I keep the key Said she can't leave without her friend, I got them knee to knee When you rich like me, this is what it's s'posed to be Can't get close to me Backwoods, roll the leaf I done survived some beef Now I can massage my seats I'm in the coupe, fo' sho Candy coat Maison Margiela my coat I'm on froze Put a lil bitch on the cold Anna Nicole Everything glitter ain't gold You're gettin' exposed Hop in the frog and leap Patek Philippe Servin' them dummy bricks I get them for cheap Hop in the Wraith and I creep Massage the seats I got the racks in the brief Bosses don't speak