Boss Dealings lyrics

[Verse 1: Noreaga]
So there’s about a million ways to make a million dollars
I know some chicks who try to make it from they baby fathers
I know some n*ggas that will shoot you right in front the cops
And do that 23 hour locked in the box
As a youth I prayed I make it out of poverty
Without rap, I would still be into robbery
Self conscious, self made
Got my life out of coach, upgrade
They try to claim it’s a brand new game
Some brand new n*gga sounded brand new lames
A brand new view from young OG’s perspective
I love Newport so I iced out the necklace
I grew out of that, and got rid of it
And made chicks eat chicks on they period, eww
Uh that’s nasty, got a song with Cassie
That should prolly tell you that I’m at least half classy
Reefer smoke, reefer smoke, f*ck it let the reefer smoke
They can’t afford the sour so they go and get the cheaper smoke
It’s premeditated, I’ma highly dedicated
Highly medicated, sh*t, f*ck it n*gga

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Smoking a Jernt, scribbled in my tablets
Stoned thoughts n*gga, scatter brained mathematics
Weed blurring my vision
Still see them digits add up to that Bentley truck
Parking sensor's beeping when I back up
I ain’t got it now, but by the time you hear this
I instagram that motherf*cker, hot boxing it
So many clouds we smoking, looking like a rolling explosion
Them bad b*tches know him, kush and Gucci cologne
Releasing they pheromones, she horny
Looking for escape route, her man’s be on it
Cops style, that b*tch wild, I’m parked outside, I'm waiting on her
Back door flow, ho sled in the coupe with weed rolled up
Drove off, Jet life never die, G code Cuz
Pinky finger’s frozen, Cuban link golden
Only built for that sh*t that them n*ggas kill for
Audio dope, fly as everything you never saw, forever raw
Yeah, that’s us dog
[Verse 3: Styles P]
n*gga you ain’t getting high, what the f*ck you give a f*ck for
I just float, and watch the money come
Hustle when I was 12, own sh*t when I was 21
Whether walking or driving, I’m on the money run
Do it for jail n*ggas, microwaving they honey bun
Now everybody 'bout that life
You got shooters, I’ma shoot an eye out your life
That’s the off switch, boss sh*t, couple n*ggas and corpses
Ask the security, y’all n*ggas up in the office
I get busy with the pounds, keys, and Taurus
That’s a loaded gun, n*gga start the Vet, let the motor run
Light the jedi, watch Yoda come
Tell em f*ck em all n*gga yeah I said it
I like to buy my sh*t, I don’t care for credit
You can blank it out, I don’t care to edit
Any rapper alive is who I dare to set it, yeah
It’s Ghost, Spitta ,and NO, let your man know
I have your face looking like you just f*cked up an endo
Ew, n*gga, ew, n*gga