[Intro: Kid Ink]
Okay
Bossin' up

You, you can check we bossin'

[Hook x2: Kid Ink]

Yeah
Valet park my whip ^!$$%
Hammer time for my chips ^!$$%

(Bossin' up!)
Add it up, your girlfriend choosin' so you mad as $#&@
Chillin' with my coalition ^!$$%'s rackin' up

(Bossin' up) add it up
(Bossin' up) add it up
A lil' Louis but my (*##$ wants some bags and stuff


[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
It goes

Valet when I park it
OG when I spark it
Money speak when I'm talkin'

J's on when I'm walking
They fired up like arsen
You can't touch my garments

Up late nights pass Carson
Drinkin' large proportions of that turn up juice
Got your girlfriend, loose

Shakin' that $$# listening to Luke
Give a ^!$$% all holes no loops
Give a ^!$$% all brain no lip

I be at the ball hanging no grip
Pant saggin' no four fitfh
My security bullets like four inches

Kick that %#@! like four ninjas
Did that %#@! for my ^!$$%'s who
Made it out the hood to the good side

Bossin' up with no tie
You heard it through the grape vine
And I was actually there, yeah

It's clear who's been gettin' to the bread like Panera, ugh

[Hook x2]


[Verse 2: French Montana]
Ooh Haaan,

Bossed up in this (*##$, got my doors up in this (*##$
Don't get tossed up in this (*##$,
I'm like ooh haaan, !@&@e Boyz in this (*##$

Got Kid Ink in this (*##$, got ASAP Ferg in this (*##$
Hundred on that stage ^!$$%, hundred in them K's ^!$$%
In that Porsche Boxster, stuntin' to my grave ^!$$%

Strap with the forty %#@! real life %#@!
Talkin' about the purple smokin' fills outchea
Stingy with the money but the shells I shed

My ^!$$% rip the gold off your grill outchea
Pull up in a tank, cup full of drank
Make ten mill, stuff it in the bank

Fifty on a Rollie, hundred on a link
Think you an animal, I turn you to a mink
Throwin' darts, throwin bullets, stuntin' on 'em

Hoes pull the top off car hood this South Bronx oooh

[Hook x2]


[Verse 3: ASAP Ferg]
Hello ^!$$% with the gold teeth

Hilfiger ^!$$% only OG
Hilfiger ^!$$%s only four deep
But for real that trilla ^!$$% bring the whole street

Four trill (*##$es on my Rollie
Montana hammer like I'm Tony
Cocaine to her nose bleed

Make your girl want to cuff the police
That Flacko ^!$$% goldie
Me and Rocky like Apolla Creed

Relax, to the max no cozy
Big doors on the crib but I'm lowkey
Don't fl? with the ^!$$%s they be phony
Your B M don't even know me
She all on my wang, Alexander Wang

Yeah, my fella?.. four G's
Ape's on the feet made .. complete
Made girls scream Lord like I am a Priest
I'm a boss ^!$$% with blonde in seats
Just collect cash while designer sneaks

White gold teeth every time I speak
Three thou for the smile ^!$$% I'm a G
Better talk to me nice I'mma chief
You dealin' with a boss so I need PC


[Bridge]
I'm out this (*##$
I'm out this door
I'm out this door


[Hook x2]

[Verse 4: Kid Ink]
Keep it one hunnid, hunnid in ones
If you trying to have some fun, funds up
Get you some, some of it all

All this money in my drawer, draw these hoes to my car
Add it up how I ball
Yeah that's bossin' up, dont bother us
Steady poppin' .., so popular
Love poppin' %#@!, its right ship might take off outta here
Here we go again, givenin' a sin
So sin.. since last night til six going in

Sun shines see the glare
No we aint playin' fair
You really aint bout that paper if there aint enough to share
Actin' like I've been on vacation
Tell a mother$#&@er I aint goin' nowhere
On my own playin the cards like the game is Solataire (yeah)


[Hook x2]