Trae - Nuthin' 2 A Boss - Sözleri

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



Chorus



(Slim Thug over chorus) 

Get money

It ain't nothin' to a boss n***a

Slim Thugga

Trae the muthaf****n' truth

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 



Chorus



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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