Like A Boss lyrics

by

Soulja Boy


[Chorus]
Look like a boss, move like a boss
Ball when I talk, I talk like a boss
I think like a boss, I look like a boss
I'm getting the bricks, and dropping them off
I think like a boss, I move like a boss
I look like a boss, I look like a boss
I move like a boss, I talk like a boss
I think like a boss, I move like a boss

[Verse 1]
I move like a boss, and I think like a boss and
Giussepe stepper when young n*gga walking
I'm getting bricks, and I'm getting 'em off 'em
We trapping, swagging when we swag out the loft and
I'm moving, talking, and I think like a boss
Young n*gga pay what it cost
Hop out the 'rari, I jump out the roof
Getting money man I'm pouring a deuce
And I'm calling the plug and we bringing her through
Breaking her bricks down by two
I done two on the party, 16 a crew
Shoutout my shottas, man shoutout the crew
And you know what we do
When we flipping and stacking and getting
I break it to the ceiling, breaking bout to get a million
Got my n*ggas running through millions
We stacking up, because my n*ggas gotta get it
All my n*ggas gotta get it, no question
We getting money, yeah them n*ggas be talking
My n*ggas with it, yeah my n*ggas be busting
We pull up on the block, n*gga ain't nothing
A 100k in one day, that we did it
All of my n*ggas we get it
We stacking, we swerving with it
Yeah, my n*ggas they with it
We with the sh*ts, then we gotta go get 'em
Whip it hard, then I whip it harder
Man they coming in, n*gga take they order
I got bricks coming, and they in the water
Stash a 100 thousand, we'll murk your daughter
n*gga talking sh*t, but they ain't really with it
In the streets, you know them n*ggas gotta get it
n*gga talking, all my n*ggas really with it
Yeah we really with it, we'll get it or quit it
Whip it hard, then I whip it harder
Yeah my young n*ggas, yeah they're going harder
In the streets, yeah my n*ggas gotta get it
n*gga talking but they ain't really with it
Got my n*ggas, come and get your wig splitted
And the kush, yeah, we got it or quit it
The AK47 really colder, yeah my n*ggas told you
Yeah we catch and tote 'em, yeah we toting poles
We shoot at your nose, we shoot off your clothes
n*ggas really get it, Red dots on the beams
On the Glocks, on the Glocks, sending .22 shots
Swipe through them ops, what is they on
n*ggas talking, blowing up the phone
n*gga shoot you from your chest, down to your bone
All my n*ggas, yeah we really on
Coming through a gotti, I'm up in the party
Maserati slang 4 'rari
Playing, young n*gga know my f*cking name
Got a 100 thousand in a f*cking ring
n*gga trapping a check, while we trap out the bank
Pulling bricks, n*ggas catching a case
n*ggas talking, they get shot in the face
Shoutout squad, 'cuz we pull up in wraiths
I might do the 'rari, I might do the Audi
I do the Bugatti, I slide in a Maserati to the party
I pop like Ducatti, the b*tches on me, and I swerve like tsunami
They all on me, now they think I'm so
'cuz Soulja stacking, and he get to the money
I shoot you in your tummy straight with the tommy
I'm getting money, you ain't taking sh*t from me
[Chorus]
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