Boss n*gga lyrics

[Intro]
Can't stop this money flow broke ass n*gga never
Hating ass n*gga

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
I got them shooters on deck, AKs with banana clips
We ain't bout that talking you get smoked like cancer sticks
My n*gga only move a real n*ggas and goons
They don't know how to talk, they only know how to shoot
Dropped a coupla' bands, and get your top peel off
While I'm somewhere with some rich white folks playing golf
My Benz got a hole in the top like a dolphin
I'm on this codeine cause this weed got me coughin'
From Memphis Tennessee, where it ain't Ten-A-Key
Find a n*gga dead in his house, he just a memory (You gone)
n*ggas starving in these streets, coming for your stash
A gun plus a mask, you do the math
Still stepping on them blocks like hopscotch
Goons on deck shooting like they own a shot clock
Real n*gga always counting like a stop watch
Pull them out the toaster, that turn you to a pop tart (b*tch)
Hundred bandz on a watch, b*tch its my time (b*tch)
We was totin' pistols for school before Columbine (Always)
Juicy J, North Memphis Vet (You know it)
I went in and buy a Corvette and put it on my neck (You know it)
Money talk, you broke n*ggas is deaf (You know it)
b*tch I'm blowing on loud, and so is my check (You see it)
Fully automatics, no auto tune
I don't make no diss songs I'm leaving rappers with bullet wounds
[Hook]
Boss n*gga, I be calling shots (Always)
You shaking ass n*ggas, be calling cops (They calling)
If I got any problems, I call them shooters (They coming)
My b*tch got plenty racks, I call them hooters (They coming) (2X)

[Outro]
Real sh*t real spit
Get your money up n*gga
Yeah
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