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Bossman Flow Video (MV)




Performed by: 03 Greedo
Language: English
Length: 2:26
Written by: Jason Jackson, Fam Obianagu, Kristjan Helm, William Perkins
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03 Greedo - Bossman Flow Lyrics
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We like what? Uh
Ayy
Uh
Mm
Ayy, ayy, ayy
We play with our money when we bored, feel like Monopoly
You ain't tryna make it in the Forbes, then, bitch, don't talk to me
If it's okay that you still out here broke, then you's an opp to me
I emerald cut my diamonds, them green emeralds just like broccoli
If it ain't 'bout no motherf*ckin' dough, then, bitch, don't talk to me
If it ain't 'bout no motherf*ckin' dough, then, bitch, don't talk to me
If it ain't 'bout no motherf*ckin' dough, then, bitch, don't talk to me
If it ain't 'bout no motherf*ckin' dough, then, bitch, don't talk to me
I got a crush on this lil' bitch who from New York just like a gremlin
Even if my leg was broke, still run it up just like an athlete
After me, after me, who the f*ck is after me?
Niggas go on podcasts talkin' crazy 'fore they clappin' me
Niggas be focused on gettin' a career and never be focused on killin'
That let you know that these niggas just weird and really be all in they feelings
I put five carats inside of my ears, maybe then Greedy won't hear 'em
Niggas be mad 'cause you standin' on ten and that bitch won't stop at your funeral, uh
Get some money, quit hating, get some money
Get some money, quit hating, get some money
Get some money, quit hating, get some money
You ain't tryna get no paper, get from 'round me
Hundred on my wrist, bitch fight, brick night
I could take your bitch life, bitch, I live a rich life
Hundred on my wrist, bitch fight, brick night
I could take your bitch life, bitch, I live a rich life
Don't wanna stop my plans, before I f*ck, I watch her dance
Don't wanna stop my plans, before I f*ck, I watch her dance
Money falling on the floor, got the money, shut the door
Throw it, throw it, like Shedeur, wanna f*ck me just because my aura
Right pocket all hundreds (uh), left pocket all fifties
Walk 'round with that bad bitch, you know I got that dog with me
Wafi, just went GIA, this shit ain't got no flaws in it
Might ride 'round NYC today, this bitch can't put her paws in it
Last bitch talk too much, I kicked her out 'cause she kept pausin' it
Only foreign shit, the type to ride 'round with no drawers in it
Shew, shew, it's direct, then, bitch, I'm causin' it
Crash out in my hood, I just hope it ain't no laws in it
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English

We like what? Uh
Ayy
Uh
Mm
Ayy, ayy, ayy
We play with our money when we bored, feel like Monopoly
You ain't tryna make it in the Forbes, then, bitch, don't talk to me
If it's okay that you still out here broke, then you's an opp to me
I emerald cut my diamonds, them green emeralds just like broccoli
If it ain't 'bout no motherf*ckin' dough, then, bitch, don't talk to me
If it ain't 'bout no motherf*ckin' dough, then, bitch, don't talk to me
If it ain't 'bout no motherf*ckin' dough, then, bitch, don't talk to me
If it ain't 'bout no motherf*ckin' dough, then, bitch, don't talk to me
I got a crush on this lil' bitch who from New York just like a gremlin
Even if my leg was broke, still run it up just like an athlete
After me, after me, who the f*ck is after me?
Niggas go on podcasts talkin' crazy 'fore they clappin' me
Niggas be focused on gettin' a career and never be focused on killin'
That let you know that these niggas just weird and really be all in they feelings
I put five carats inside of my ears, maybe then Greedy won't hear 'em
Niggas be mad 'cause you standin' on ten and that bitch won't stop at your funeral, uh
Get some money, quit hating, get some money
Get some money, quit hating, get some money
Get some money, quit hating, get some money
You ain't tryna get no paper, get from 'round me
Hundred on my wrist, bitch fight, brick night
I could take your bitch life, bitch, I live a rich life
Hundred on my wrist, bitch fight, brick night
I could take your bitch life, bitch, I live a rich life
Don't wanna stop my plans, before I f*ck, I watch her dance
Don't wanna stop my plans, before I f*ck, I watch her dance
Money falling on the floor, got the money, shut the door
Throw it, throw it, like Shedeur, wanna f*ck me just because my aura
Right pocket all hundreds (uh), left pocket all fifties
Walk 'round with that bad bitch, you know I got that dog with me
Wafi, just went GIA, this shit ain't got no flaws in it
Might ride 'round NYC today, this bitch can't put her paws in it
Last bitch talk too much, I kicked her out 'cause she kept pausin' it
Only foreign shit, the type to ride 'round with no drawers in it
Shew, shew, it's direct, then, bitch, I'm causin' it
Crash out in my hood, I just hope it ain't no laws in it
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Writer: Jason Jackson, Fam Obianagu, Kristjan Helm, William Perkins
Copyright: Lyrics © JN MEDIA MUSIC PUBLISHING

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