he was a fake nigga Got knocks, snitched up, switched up Started turning state, caught a case and I thought court offenders make the best story sayers Money Boss Players
the floor We gon' boss up, boy, we gon' boss up We gon' boss up, boy, we gon' boss up We gon' boss up, boy, we gon' boss up We gon' boss up, boy, we gon
the players Worldwide, do your thug thang (The hustler's theme) All money ain't good money Stack your chips Let it flip like some hood money Cock them
just gotta be outta your mind As long as I'm payin' the bills woman I'm payin' the cost to be the boss I'll drink if I want to And play a little poker
be there and back before the Rose's flat Picture me anywhere a clown stays at I don't think so, homey don't play that Everything is BOSS, like a Rick
we do is shop until we drop, Just throw it in the bag [x2] [Fabolous:] I said if you getting money if you getting money If you getting money, just throw
money, if you gettin money If you gettin money, just throw it in the bag Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh I said if you gettin money, if you gettin money If you
with him Cock my shit then ride with him That's just how the west side did him Slick ass niggas they loves to cross YG hootie, loves the boss Try to play
no more bitch I'm about my money man I would of givin you the world But now you can't get a got damn not from me man I'm the man I'm the boss I'm tha
me feeling (feeling feeling good feeling like a boss cause I'm creeping... (all) I can't leave drank alone It got me feeling (Feeling feeling good Feeling like a boss
(feat. Big Boss) [Z-Ro:] H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S Where you can get good weed good drank, or even get put to rest Down here we rep the Screwed Up Click
on my side Screwed Up Click until it's over on the Southside I keep my mind on my money, and money on my mind I ain't got no time no play, I'm on a 24
I boss my hog I hit the streets, the streets hit me back I checked my pager, it was time to attack The motherfucking dope fiends, time to get money I
having money is a must Give me the issue or get touched, the scuffling up Fuck with the raw like a cut, cause I hit too hard Radio stations don't play
soul, cause a angel told me its cold But ain't no way I can fold, with a pair of nuts this damn swoll Cause where a nigga was raised, don't nobody play
to play me? Where the ballers at? Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady. Where the shotcallers at? [Verse 2 - Lil' Flip] It ain't nuthing to a boss