A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Bosses and Workers lyrics

[Intro: Trap Manny]
Yeah, huh (Yeah)
Chris Row gon’ be the reason we gon’ blow, ooh
[Chorus: Trap Manny]
There’s a difference between bosses and workers
I’m in the mountains, I can’t get no service
Just walked in the bank, tryna make me a purchase
f** the p**y, 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
[Verse 1: Don Q]
I love the attention, I wanna get spotted
She love a n***a that’s stuntin’, I got it
But she want a n***a that come and divide 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 b**hes
I been knew were runnin’ ’round thottin’? (Thot)
20K with me and I was just shoppin’ (Shop)
If it get slippery, I’m pickin’ cotton
Trap in the A with me, we just hit Onyx (Hit Onyx)
He down to spurt with me, that’s my accomplice (My accomplice)
Please don’t harra** me, whatever you ask me
Just watch what you say to me, I’m too iconic (Just watch what you say)
I f**ed this lil’ baddie, she callin’ me daddy
Now she tryna stay with me like she adopted (She callin’ me daddy)
Tryna record when you lay with me
Lil’ b**h, 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?)
Ferrar’ at the Grammys, I roll up and light my cigar in it (Yeah)
My wrist cotton candy, got whips like a carnival
She get amused when I’m parkin’ it (Hah)
A n***a so fancy, I cut all the bargaining
f** it, I Louis-ed the cardigan
I bought all this j**elry 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
n***a, I paid for my j**els, my water be sparklin’, yeah
Who tryna spar with him?
I go rockstar on ’em, hop out and break the guitar on ’em, yeah
[Chorus: Trap Manny]
There’s a difference between bosses and workers
I’m in the mountains, I can’t get no service
Just walked in the bank, tryna make me a purchase
f** the p**y, 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
[Verse 2: Trap Manny]
Just a couple young n***as defyin’ the odds
Probably ain’t think we’d make it this far
Walk in the bank, tell the teller withdrawal
I just want blue crispy hundreds, that’s all
I want that coupe that’s two hundred or more
Hit the gas, watch it leave like a frog
Sippin’ drink, my double cup full of raw
Double C’s, hoppin’ out the double R
[Verse 3: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
No feelings involved, just want it all
Switched up the cars, remember when it cost
f** 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, n***a, 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 a percussion
These n***as 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, mmh
And I cannot f** with no ratatouille, that’s a fact
I can’t f** with no rat, mmh
n***as start talkin’ too crazy
All over my nine, I’m hangin’ my jack, mmh
I got a b**h out in Cali
Not even my b**h but she just got me tattooed
I don’t deserve her
I swear to God, there’s a difference between bosses and workers
[Chorus: Trap Manny]
There’s a difference between bosses and workers
I’m in the mountains, I can’t get no service
Just walked in the bank, tryna make me a purchase
f** the p**y, 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

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