Boss Talk lyrics

[Verse]
Bad b*tches love me
They love me 'cause I'm rugged
Don't try to act tough
You ain't rough, you a puppy
Hella bloody
Free CHXPO and Dough
We get the money, it ain't funny
My n*ggas ain't free, so I go dummy
And her tummy, be filled with di*k that I deliver
n*ggas bummy, you know I'm the sh*t
I'm 'bout the money, n*ggas funny
They wanna be me so bad
My n*gga Sonny
Will hit you and leave your momma sad
And Dough Dough
Will tie you up in a body bag
Check out my flow
It's getting b*tches wetter than baths
sh*t on a hoe
And show her that you all about cash
Counting my dough
A lot of gold chains, MCM bags
Black flag run this sh*t
All black gun and sh*t
n*ggas say they whooped me?
Devil is a liar, b*tch
Inspiring, any motherf*cker who get high to this
I'm the sh*t, turn the game into an Apocalypse
Use your lips, lick your lips
Baby girl, move your hips
Blaze you with blue diamonds, shawty looking like a crip
Hit the strip, pulling up
Letting n*ggas know what's up
I don't need a entourage, n*gga that's some shorty stuff
What the f*ck? Man, I swear to God that this n*gga bluff
b*tches wanna f*ck with me now 'cause I'm coming up
I'm arrogant for a reason, n*gga 'cause I back it up
n*ggas winning every season, n*gga ain't no stopping us
Backed by popular demand, so spectacular
Folding your career 'cause it's time for you to pack it up
It's over bruh, it will never ever be a you again
n*gga, why try? 'Cause you know that you will never win
At the top like a brim, hit you in your f*cking chin
At the top like a rim, Money World, f*ck a friend
b*tches like "Who is him?"
That's Purrp, she a fan
Slim thick, shorty slim
With a ass, Goddamn
[Outro]
Hahaha
Black Money World b*tch