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A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie - Bosses and Workers (feat. Don Q and Trap Manny) [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Don Q
Don Q
Vocals
Trap Manny
Trap Manny
Vocals
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Artist Julius Dubose
Artist Julius Dubose
Songwriter
Emmanuel Cobbs
Emmanuel Cobbs
Songwriter
Ethan Walker
Ethan Walker
Songwriter
Le'Quincy Anderson
Le'Quincy Anderson
Songwriter
Chris Rose
Chris Rose
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
AJ Ruined My Record
AJ Ruined My Record
Mixing Engineer
Ghost
Ghost
Producer
Chris Rose
Chris Rose
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, huh (Yeah) Chris Row gon' be the reason we gon' blow, ooh There's a difference between bosses and workers I'm in the mountains, I can't get no service Just walked in the patron, and made me a purchase Fuck the pussy, want the head like a turban It's one thing for sure and it's two things for certain Carry that nine on me like it's a Birkin I won't go in the club if I know that they searchin' I love the attention, I took off the curtains I love the attention, I wanna get spotted She love a nigga that's stuntin', I got it But she want a nigga that coming to ride it (what?) I'm thinkin' and I'ma decide it (I'm thinkin' and I'ma decide it) Since when I come out of pocket for bitches I been there runnin' 'round thot Twenty K with me and I was just shoppin' If it get slippery, I'm pickin' cotton Trap in the A with me, we just hit Onyx He down to spur with me, that's my accomplice Please don't harrass me, whatever you ask me Just watch what you say to me, I'm too iconic I fucked this lil' baddie, she callin' me daddy Now she tryna stay with me like she adopted Tryna record when you lay with me Lil' bitch, you better not play with me Ho, be reminded (Yeah yeah yeah) (What kind of movie you did?) I just made a horror flick, me and Blac Chyna was star in it (And what you gon' do at the Grammys?) Ferrari at the Grammys, I roll up and light my cigar in it My wrist cotton candy, got whips like a carnival She get amused when I'm parkin' it (ha) A nigga so fancy, I cut all the bargaining Fuck it, I Louis-ed the cardigan I bought all this jewelry from marketing, yeah I know I'm the one that they targeting, yeah It never bothered 'em I see the way that we move just needed some sharpening, yeah Ain't no more borrowing, nigga I paid for my jewels, my water be sparklin', yeah Who tryna spar with him? I go rockstar on 'em, hop out and break the guitar on 'em, yeah There's a difference between bosses and workers I'm in the mountains, I can't get no service Just walked in the patron, and made me a purchase Fuck the pussy, want the head like a turban It's one thing for sure and it's two things for certain Carry that nine on me like it's a Birkin I won't go in the club if I know that they searchin' I love the attention, I took off the curtains Just a couple young niggas defyin' the odds Probably ain't think we'd make it this far Walk in the bank, tell the teller withdraw I just want blue crispy hundreds, that's all I want that coupe that's two hundred or more Hit the gas, watch it leap like a frog Sippin' drink, my double cup full of raw Double C's, hoppin' out the double R No feelings involved, just want it all Switched up the cars, no rented cars Fuck up charge, get off my balls Money involved, give the lawyer a call All of my broads ain't really mine They could be yours, nigga, who knows? Got mama a crib, three car garage She don't even drive but she on the go I run it up, straight out the mud I got a job, I'm not a fraud When I'm in the mall they think I'm a scammer Punchin' it up like uppercuts These niggas is sure, make me wanna uptight Just give me the word, back up, I'm gone If you want the bird, trap in the trap I front you the work, I'm down as a don But I need it back, mmm And I cannot fuck with no ratatouille, that's a fact I can't fuck with no rat, mmm Niggas start talkin' too crazy all over my nine I'm hangin' my jack, mmm I got a bitch out in Cali Not even my bitch but she just got me tattooed I don't deserve her I swear to God, there's a difference between bosses and workers There's a difference between bosses and workers I'm in the mountains, I can't get no service Just walked in the patron, and made me a purchase Fuck the pussy, want the head like a turban It's one thing for sure and it's two things for certain Carry that nine on me like it's a Birkin I won't go in the club if I know that they searchin' I love the attention, I took off the curtains
Writer(s): Artist Dubose, Christopher Rose, Emmanuel Cobbs, Ethan Walker, Lequincy Anderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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