[Verse 1: Big Quis]
BYLUG
If you broke go kill yourself
These n***as wearing chains that wouldn't fit around a elf
My belt cost me $700 n***a plus tax
I'm [?] a dime on my mustache
Since you hating I'ma ball on your bum ass
I was gonna take it easy on you, but fuck that
Your coupe phony, you phony, and your watch phony
Can you even tell the time on that fake rollie?
I'm tired of n***as thinking that they're doing something
Cause they finally got some buffys
Now they think they're out here stuntin'
What you a teenager?, Boy they only $1500
Keep it real I spend more than that on my cleaners bill
Boy would you please, boss the fuck up
Always lying in your raps, n***a shut the fuck up
How the hell we gon believe you out here moving bricks
Wearing dirty ass kicks, n***a you ain't selling shit

[Hook: Payroll Giovanni]
I heard you hating on a player mane
Can a young n***a get his paper mane
Hundred dollar bills make paper planes
Get a monthly salary from day to day
Yo bitch ass need to
Boss The Fuck Up
Boss The Fuck Up
Run and tell all them hoes I said
Boss The Fuck Up
Boss The Fuck Up
Run and tell all them n***as I said
Boss The Fuck Up
[Verse 2: HBK Kidd]
Fifteen carats in one piece n***a sum it up
4 AM in [?] county and ain't nothing tucked
All hundred in my pockets, crumbled up
You going hard, but you ain't going dumb enough
Courtside watching Josh Smith warming up
Ain't on the floor with the squad they on the floor with us (n***a)
According to us, we the guys in the city
You think something different dog bring them n***as to me
You ain't a boss, you a bully bossing peons
What I spent in the club I could of bought a neon
I couldn't tell a bitch I love her, when I fuck her its the peace sign
All I want is sex like a motherfucking [?] sign
Baby it's [?]
Can't fuck with a cheap hoe
Money money money all we know
Tired of balling, need a TO

[Hook: Payroll Giovanni]
I heard you hating on a player mane
Can a young n***a get his paper mane
Hundred dollar bills make paper planes
Get a monthly salary from day to day
Yo bitch ass need to
Boss The Fuck Up
Boss The Fuck Up
Run and tell all them hoes
Boss The Fuck Up
Boss The Fuck Up
Run and tell all them n***as I said
Boss The Fuck Up
Lil n***a, Boss The Fuck Up
Bitch n***a, boss the fuck up
Hoe n***a, Boss The Fuck Up
[Verse 3: Payroll Giovanni]
41
Threw away the Breitling had to boss my wrist up
Only hitting models guess I bossed my dick up
So much champagne I done caught the hiccups
We the real Detriot unless you got shit mixed up
We had to get money being broke don't fit us
Had spinning wheels before a dj spin us
Plains look cool, but I like mines lit up (yup)
From 45 but I'll pull that 6 up (bitch)
Marble floors in my crib
Gold forces, lil n***a roll with me I'm [?] bosses
Sleepin' with my chopper at night, I'm so cautious
Sold dope most of my life that's why I talk it

[Hook: Payroll Giovanni]
I heard you hating on a player mane
Can a young n***a get his paper mane
Hundred dollar bills make paper planes
Get a monthly salary from day to day
Yo bitch ass need to
Boss The Fuck Up
Boss The Fuck Up
Run and tell all them hoes
Boss The Fuck Up
Boss The Fuck Up
Run and tell all them n***as I said
Boss The Fuck Up
Lil n***a, Boss The Fuck Up
Bitch n***a, boss the fuck up
Hoe n***a, Boss The Fuck Up