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Trae
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Nuthin' to a Boss (feat. Slim Thug & Lil Wayne)
Chorus (x2) I get money I get-I get money I get money It ain't nothin' to a boss n***a I get money I-I-I-I get money I get money It ain't nothin' to a boss I get money I get-I get money I get money It ain't nothin' to a boss n***a I get money I-I-I-I get money I get money It ain't nothin' to a boss n***a
Verse 1 (Trae) Picture me posted on the corner pants saggin' below my a** With somethin' weighin' down my pocket for people countin' my cash I'ma hop inside the drop and let the top down And squat down Then I'll make them pump they brakes like I'm a stop sign Don't doubt my Gangsta I got it locked down Houston, Texas my home My paint stay wetter than a b***h and this light reflects it on chrome And if I ever choose the wrong homie I'm good where I go Betta ask your favorite ghetto star how I get down on the low I hustle for sho' When I'm gettin' this doe You betta believe if I talk about it I got it to show My neck and wrist enough to drop a hater jaw to the floor And don't worry 'bout the price it cost b***h I got money to blow It's nothin' to a boss
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(Slim Thug over chorus) Get money It ain't nothin' to a boss n***a Slim Thugga
Trae the muthaf****n' truth 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 N***a this H-Town's finest We gettin' money n***a Is you gettin' money
Verse 2 (Slim Thug) I make the money but don't let the money make me But my money make a lot of haters hate me Cuz I'ma shine I ain't try'na tone s*** down I'ma put it in they face and show I'm payed now I'm livin' laid now Used to be broke strugglin' 'Til I got up off my a** and started straight hustlin' Got out and got it on my own wasn't gave nothin' You ain't heard that lil young n***a stay thuggin' Went from the streets to the beats now I'm makin' hits Momma happy cuz her son gettin' paid legit I've been the s*** man Before the paper came You can take away my money but can't take my game I'm a boss n***a Yeah
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Verse 3 (Trae) Now in the hood I'm gettin' paid slab butterfly doors Gettin' money just guaranteed me a bunch of fly hoes Some I choose to let 'em have it it's evident talk is cheap I put about thirty in my mouth so now they feel me when I speak Yeah I'm Trae the Truth you betta go ask him who the streets And ask him who that in the black on black with ostrich sittin' on the seat My money speak plus I'm surrounded by a couple freaks I'm so much in my zone I ain't been home in 'bout a couple weeks They used to tell me I was broke I told 'em not for long And pulled up on they a** in something that cost about 40 stacks alone See in these streets I'm like a president ridin' on chrome Saggin' in my Ceasers with my T-Shirt on (Gangsta) Like I'm a boss
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