boss talk

know what i'm sayin'

we just some young texas niggas

hol' up

thugga

we ride forgies in florence clothes

black doors on fours

forty pointers in the bizzle

put on ferragamo on clothes

put on car shows for hoes

making sure we get chose

once you see the wrist glow

that's when you see your bitch go

bad bitches love bosses and them big exotic houses

she takin' selfies in the stars

in the red room we flossin'

never askin' what it costs

cash out and i'm gone

i know you haters can't believe i'm gettin' paper this long

my old schools is new

only bosses in my crew

i'm a hustler motherfucker

you can't do what i do

every year something new that's boss like tradition

meet with the mayor in the mornin'

no more cookin' in kitchens

yeah

that's big boss talk

trying to put a hundred million in the vault

these niggas hatin' but we let 'em talk

pull up to the dealership and buy 'em all

yeah

that's big boss talk

trying to put a hundred million in the vault

we do it for the south

do it for the north

pull up to the club and watch that money fall

i put elbows on the 'lac

i push that bitch to the max

presidential go roly with the white house in the box

used to pray in the night

lord i wanted a slice

win me a pizza hut

yeah by shaking the dice

bury some of my homies

tatted all of your names

had your son sitting with me

last time we sat at the game

coming forward with the starters

look like i'm harden on stage

got on my baby blue jogs

set of solid gold chains

screaming god is the greatest"