Boss Ya Life Up

(SAP on da beat)

Got twenty cars

I don't know which one to drive

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Got twenty cars

I don't know which one to drive

Got twenty friends

I don't know which one gon' ride

I put the pressure on my back

I'm livin' life

I'm that young **** from the streets

I'm goin' live

Boss ya life up ****

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Money out the A-holes

Stack them back like Laiko

I run on some bands

She gon' fuck me for this fame, ho

I blew out the ring

Twenty thousand in my chain though

Chirpin' in the rain

We gon' bust you like a mango

I turned myself into a boss

I'm makin' bold moves

I put my state upon my back

So they can love you

Ain't need nobody put me on

I already had the juice

I took my fam up out the hood

That's what I had to do

You got some **** on your team

Is they gon' die wit' you?

Ain't nothin' but family in my clique

They open five with Bleu

I got a deal I kept it real

Ain't sell my soul for this

Thirty-two thousand on my neck

I'm goin' all over this, yeah

Got twenty cars

I don't know which one to drive

Got twenty friends

I don't know which one gon' ride

I put the pressure on my back

I'm livin' life

I'm that young **** from the streets

I'm goin' live

Boss ya life up ****

Boss ya life up (Boss ya life up)

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I had to boss up my life

Had to cut out my friends

I had to revamp my circle

'Cause them **** pretend

I had to sacrifice the Honda Jets to get me a Benz

And then I, oh Lord forgive

'Cause I know that I sinned

But lately I'll be wearin' polo tees

And they don't cost enough (Ralph Lauren ****)

Life was kinda average 'til I bossed it up (I had to)

Gucci fabric need put that Lacoste up (Gucci ho)

And he can't join the team

Because the roster full (Rich Homie Quan)

Got a bitch a finna pen

And she be talkin' too (She just might call me up)

I make that car auto start on my way walkin' to it (I swear I do)

I got these hoes smugglin' drugs like they bossin' judge (Say what)

Have they'd all count how many cars in my car garage? (That right too ****)

Got twenty cars

I don't know which one to drive

Got twenty friends

I don't know which one gon' ride

I put the pressure on my back

I'm livin' life

I'm that young **** from the streets

I'm goin' live

Boss ya life up ****

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I'm on the island on vacation

I'm a star now

Bitch I got choices

I got different color cars now

Plus I'm all ordered

You get too close you know I'm drawin' down

All of my people for the job

You know what's goin' down

Twenty-two thousand on my wrist

Bitches Yung Bleu

Purple stuff out the double cup

It make me move slow

You gon' be big

You play your cards right like Uno

Gucci on me now, snap a photo

I be fuckin' different hoes

I be rockin' different clothes

Ballin' like the Superbowl

My heart am I super cold

Rollin' presidential

Go check my credentials

Jiggin' with a pistol out

You gon make me hit you up yeah

Got twenty cars

I don't know which one to drive

Got twenty friends

I don't know which one gon' ride

I put the pressure on my back

I'm livin' life

I'm that young **** from the streets

I'm goin' live

Boss ya life up ****

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