Boss lyrics

[Intro: YN Jay]
(Thank you, GC)
Just tryna figure out

[Verse 1: YN Jay]
You ain't even got no workers, you a fake boss
Like how is you—?
How?
You ain't even got no workers, you a fake boss
You can call me anything, but I ain't soft
Hate n*ggas stickin' on my clothes, sh*t, ayy
Startin' to rub off
n*gga got popped 'fore he even got the gun off
You was probably weak when you was— damn
You was probably weak when you was young 'cause your son soft
n*gga got popped, yeah, he left early, but he came back
Tried to run off
Plug make it rain and these b*tches, they can't even get the ones off
I just smoked a big-ass Backwood that knocked the lungs off
n*gga happy 'cause he the promoter, you the club boss
But you still not the boss in the crib
Blowin' 'Woods in the crib with the boss
I was probably by myself in the crib with a Voss
n*gga got his first job, tryna live like a boss
I got n*ggas shootin' for me, they gon' kill for the boss
I just wanna buy a million dollar crib like a boss
I don't work for nobody, b*tch, I live like a boss
Even if I'm back workin', b*tch, I'm still like the boss
'Cause I'm real like the boss, b*tch, I'm still like the boss
You just live like a boss, you really ain't no boss
You the type that go broke tryna steal from the boss
He won't never see no wins 'cause he live for the loss
b*tch, you live for the cause, get him killed, what it cost?
I'm in the crib, it's a loft
b*tch hit a ball with a stick, it was golf
If you still catch a bullet, one hand, Randy Moss
My n*ggas go to work, they gon' kill for the boss
[Verse 2: Payroll Giovanni]
I know you ain't the boss 'cause your boss is my mans
(It's my n*gga for real)
That don't make you a boss, 'cause your shoes cost a band
Nah, let me get deep (Four-one)
Who you feedin'? Who you leadin'? Is your circle eatin'?
Who you meetin'? Can you touch a n*gga without even reachin'?
Who you teachin'? Oh, you just like usin' the word?
I can politic with killers, drug dealers, and the nerds
First boss I ever met sold birds, so I wanted one
Had to build from a half track, they wouldn't front me one
In the process, I became my own boss
Tables turned, now what you got for me? I don't need y'all
I done had my pockets weak to keep the team strong
I ain't trippin' on positions long as we ball
They see me sippin' Don P with my mink on
But the work I put in you don't see, dog
My mans told me that he havin' his way, he wanna thank me
This sh*t I smirk about while gettin' shore for them Mercedes
I put it down like them boss n*ggas in the eighties
Matchin' 580s, you with a boss, baby

[Outro]
(Thank you, GC)