Boss Her Up lyrics

[Verse 1: Celly Ru]
Eh b*tch
Do your dance, this your song for real
Eh b*tch
Where your man? Why you alone for real?
I been up, I'm still acting like I'm broke for real
[?] just gave me 250, I'm up like 4 for real
Hold on
You fly, baby, spread your wings
Let's [?] baby, I'm the same n*gga in your dreams
I'm just like [?], [?] a n*gga b*tch, now she with me
If I like baby, I just might never let her leave
Hat b*tch mine now, boss her up to a new lifestyle
She got that ass that she been wanting, that b*tch right now
Before we met, she had no bag, she got like 5 now
I'm mix matching dеsigner, she on fleek, lil baby tight now
Can't keep 1, that's too close to having no b*tchеs
Can't keep up with them, sometimes I got like 4 b*tches
You been layed up with that sl*t, ain't talking no business
[?] trap [?]
Eh b*tch, get off your ass, do your job
How the f*ck this b*tch want something real, But she not?
Why the f*ck that b*tch asking for percentage and you're not?
How the f*ck she think she mine, and she ain't give me all she got?
Hold on
This sh*t been getting outa hand
Why she talking broke to me? She know that I don't understand
Thought you said you was my ho, then b*tch, put it in my hand
Don't be acting like my old b*tch, 'cause that ho been doing bad
[Chorus: Celly Ru]
That b*tch mine now
Boss her up to a new lifestyle
She got that ass that she been wanting, that b*tch right now
Mix match designer, she on fleek, that b*tch tight now
Got up off her ass and got a bag, [?]
Hello, b*tch
New ho, who is this?
Wanna see your n*gga shine, and put something on my wrist
Had to [?] my last ho, look at where that b*tch is
[?] that b*tch stupid as it gets

[Verse 2: YN Jay]
b*tch, you so stupid
Eh
b*tch want me to make her fall in love, but I'm not Cupid
b*tch think I'm a let her cheat on me, b*tch, I'm not stupid
I know I probably crack a lotta jokes, but I'm not foolish
I can move some [?] on the block, but I'm not moving
Walked in the party so smooth, but I'm not groovy
I'm a bunch of sh*t ixed together, but I'm not smoothy
I got all Double G on, but I'm not Gucci
b*tch, I'm a young fly n*gga, but I'm not Lucci
We ain't stopping at no red lights, I'm not Toosi
I be mixing Gucci with the Versace with the Louie
b*tch don't wipe her ass, she ot crumbs on her booty
[Verse 3: Louie Ray]
She mine's now
On my di*k, saw me iced out
Lights out, 200 bands on me, right now
I told her don't be naked walking through here, wearing nightgowns
She only wanna f*ck me outside, but I like wild
Hung up on that b*tch, and I scratched out
I be running through it quietly, but the pack loud
[?] you probably couldn't enter, if [?]
You know the reasons why you ain't around, and I ain't dumbing down
You know the prices on [?] we done buying, I ain't coming down
If you see me pull up, you know it's money round
Fake rich, that's why [?] thick as honey now
7 jolly ranchers [?] pop gummy now
Running low, hitting my plays with the run around
Keep strapped, known to hustle hard, but I gun him down
[?] her ass matching her titties
She ain't never left [?] I took her [?] city

[Chorus: Celly Ru]
That b*tch mine now
Boss her up to a new lifestyle
She got that ass that she been wanting, that b*tch right now
Mix match designer, she on fleek, that b*tch tight now
Got up off her ass and got a bag, [?]
Hello, b*tch
New ho, who is this?
Wanna see your n*gga shine, and put something on my wrist
Had to [?] my last ho, look at where that b*tch is
[?] that b*tch stupid as it gets