[Intro]
You lil' niggas, man,
Knamsayin?
Big bosses big, big boss, CEO shit,
Knamsayin?
Take yo hoe and some more shit, you dig?
Pour a four, shit!
Mustard on the beat, ho!
[Chorus:]
You little niggas, my check bigger,
Can't flex, nigga, can't bet witcha,
Teach you how to be a boss, top dropped off,
Muthafuck the fame, I done came to the vault.
All them dead friends,
You a middleman, you a little man!
Your money gettin shorter, my bitch from cross the water,
Teach you how to count it, all about it, better boss up!
[Verse 1:]
Put my pride to the side, I could never lie,
I don't care if you cry, let them pussy niggas die!
Ayy, Bentley matte black, ooh, different kind of fabric,
CEO status, all my niggas savage.
You niggas'll change for fame,
It's a sad game,
This the fast lane,
Dug up money with the shovel, I could bury the bundle.
It's the Lamb, yeah!
What you been sayin, yeah?
Ooh, it's the gang, yeah!
Yeah, them chopsticks no lil shit,
You could get your wig split,
Couple mil on that deal, nigga!
I'm a boss, my whole team countin still, nigga!
[Chorus:]
You little niggas, my check bigger,
Can't flex, nigga, can't bet witcha,
Teach you how to be a boss, top dropped off,
Muthafuck the fame, I done came to the vault.
All them dead friends,
You a middleman, you a little man!
Your money gettin shorter, my bitch from cross the water,
Teach you how to count it, all about it, better boss up!
[Verse 2:]
Pull up with the drama,
Better be movin proper,
Better use a yoppa.
We ain't playin' fair, you a teddy bear,
My wrist too cold with Moncler,
Talkin the trap but you not there,
On the bullshit, that pullin up quick,
Like a forest, so many sticks, that's that tragic shit!
I got the baddest bitch, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, quarter mil on my car, yeah!
Drippin in Chanel, that's a bar, yeah!
Come to Rich Forever, be a star, yeah!
I got too much ice ,
I got too many problems, too much paper, right!
[Chorus:]
You little niggas, my check bigger,
Can't flex, nigga, can't bet witcha,
Teach you how to be a boss, top dropped off,
Muthafuck the fame, I done came to the vault.
All them dead friends,
You a middleman, you a little man!
Your money gettin shorter, my bitch from cross the water,
Teach you how to count it, all about it, better boss up!