Bosses Linking With Bosses lyrics

[Intro: Babyface Ray]
Yeah
b*tch

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
Find another n*gga to play with
10K in ones, a day shift (Frrt)
Back to back to back, I'm racing (Back to back, okay, Treeze)
pus*y good, but nothin' to lay with (Nothing, b*tch, yeah, welcome to the— welcome to the mob, b*tch, n*gga, you know that)
Served a million times, I still don’t trust him, he might cross me
You ain't slick as me, showed his hand and that's gon' cost him
I get 40K a show, I used to serve to all Milwaukee
I heard fans taking pictures 'cause it's bosses link with bosses (I heard fans taking pictures)
Yeah, got it on me the sloppy way
Exotic bags, what you tryna pay? (Yeah)
I can't lie, I got time today
Fendi coat with the Prada shades (Fendi coat)
I’ma keep shippin', tote the stick, Doc Holliday (Doc Holliday)
I told her, "Hit thе door and handle business, stop tryna stay" (Stop tryna stay)

[Verse 2: Veeze]
Clearing out my rostеr, 'bout to play eliminate (Yeah)
I don't know who more toxic, is it me or my lemonade?
Pull up to her job, get throat on her lunch break
Money got me spoiled, hoes do what I say
I'm from 7 Mile, n*ggas die, they touch me
Make like thirty thou' every time they touch the 8
n*ggas go through great heights just to show they hate
Blues with me all the time, I'm Beyoncé
Find another n*gga to play with
Real hitters owe me favors
Snitch n*gga, no relations
p*ssy b*tches like probation
Made your bed, gotta lay there
I'm 'bout to start a daycare
My bad side, ain't safe there
All my n*ggas don't play fair
Seven-figure n*gga, you don't know nothin'
Pokin' out my pocket, but I still don't give a ho nothin'
What you know about serving 'til the sun come?
Way before high school, they trusted me for coke runs
Label talkin' two M's, at first, they tried to lowball me
I just take the sh*t that I wear once to the Salvation Army
Boy, I'm in the brothers only world tour, the Navy army
Bake a n*gga like a hot and ready butter parmesan
Made it out the jungle, I can't lie, a couple scars on me
If they knew what I had on me right now, it'd be five stars on me
n*gga made at me for no reason, I feel sorry for him
On my granny, I ain't gotta hit the stash or borrow nothin'
Find another n*gga to play with
He a zero, Jayson Tatum
Street n*gga, f*ck on A-listers
Wavy like the f*cking Caymans