Dej Loaf Get Money (feat. Conway, Benny The Butcher & Boldy James)
Trauma Tone
His name is Kino Beats
Got 'em pissed 'bout a MAG
Got 'em pissed, got 'em mad
Yeah, had to get in my bag
In my bag, yeah
Oh, that didn't think that I could last
Thinking that she's sweet, I'll put them killers on your ass
How you from the east and you can't even get a pat (Whoa)
I hate when lyin' tigers bare
Heart ballin' and then, nigga, I'ma spare
Put your wrist in the air
Put your wrist in the air
You gettin' money, they aware
You gettin' money, they aware
It's a lot of bosses up in here (Who, yeah)
It's a lot of bosses up in here
Hit another brick, just like Craig (Woah!)
I fake, then I get dropped in the stand (Drop!)
Ric Flair, been east eagle, I feel it in the air
Put an eagle on your head
They gon' lay eggs and fly
Hope I don't wake up to my will regret (Will regret)
I woke up with a bottle in my bed
F..ck him 'til the eyes roll to the back of my head (Mhm)
Ballin' with some niggas that's 'bout what they said, yeah
Put your wrist in the air
Put your wrist in the air
You gettin' money, they aware
You gettin' money, they aware
It's a lot of bosses up in here (There's a lot of us in this bitch)
It's a lot of bosses up in here (Yeah)
Cautious of snakes, but often bosses relate
I broke down a quarter of weight on a white porcelain plate
I woke up feelin' marvelous today
Y'all think I flossed with this cake but that show money help my dog with his case (My nigga)
Yeah, I still feel it when I pass through ghettos
Y'all had to settle we turned to family in Griselda Fashion Rebels
Two months in the trap, that's a May to November run
Real shit, you ain't a boss 'til you make your nigga one
I hate when lyin' tigers bare
Heart ballin' and then, nigga, I'ma spare
Put your wrist in the air
Put your wrist in the air
You gettin' money, they aware
You gettin' money, they aware (Yeah)
It's a lot of bosses up in here (Yeah)
It's a lot of bosses up in here (Look)
She know who the boss is, I bounce back from my losses
Bust an AP flawless from that pot and that Faux shit
Mayweather money, beat up them charges
Too much drip that's why the closet is bigger than your apartment
I give her bad shots 'til I empty my cartridge
F..ck her now on the sink, the pussy drip like the faucet
The pussy nigga kept talkin', his life on the line he lost it
It's pressure then we uppin', we ain't squashin'
Machine, bitch
I hate when lyin' tigers bare
Heart ballin' and then, nigga, I'ma spare
Put your wrist in the air
Put your wrist in the air
You gettin' money, they aware
You gettin' money, they aware
It's a lot of bosses up in here (Black works)
It's a lot of bosses up in here
Girl I pull a few strings, still love to shoot with them things
Got fiends in the greens, still want a 2 for 15
Hunty taking pop bottles back to catch a cab to me
Now I give her five dollars just to pump the gas for me
On the east catchin cells in the 48214
Fifty deep on the wheels, we want all them M boxes
Gotta land on the pint so my blood out and bonded
Uncle Teddy play with cottons, uncle Smally skin poppin'
Where we at
Put your wrist in the air
Put your wrist in the air
You gettin' money, they aware
You gettin' money, they aware
It's a lot of bosses up in here
It's a lot of bosses up in here
Bosses up in here