1.Bossin' Up
Lyricist：Brian Todd Collins／Karim Kharbouch／Darold Brown／Stepan
Taft／James Thomas, Jr.
Writer(s)：Brian Todd Collins／Karim Kharbouch／Darold Brown／Stepan
Taft／James Thomas, Jr.
Very important my will, nigger,
Very important my will, nigger,
Have no time for my chips, nigger,
Bossin' up, added up, your girlfriend chooses like a massive
club.
To the uman coalition like it's stacking up,
Bossin' up, added up, bossin' up, added up,
But go back at my bitch for some bags and stuff.
Very important my will, nigger,
Have no time for my chips, nigger,
Bossin' up, added up, your girlfriend chooses like a massive
club.
To the uman coalition like it's stacking up,
Bossin' up, added up, bossin' up, added up,
But go back at my bitch for some bags and stuff.
Valet when I'm parking, OG when I spark it,
Money speak when I'm talking, G's on when I'm walking.
Stay fired up like rsing, you can't touch my gourments
On late night past causing, drinking in large proportions.
And it turned out juice, got your girlfriend loose,
Shaking that ass, listen to the loop,
Give a nigger all hole, no loose.
Give a nigger all brain, no left,
I be at the bar hanging on grip.
Pants sagging on for fit, my security bullets like four inches.
Keep that shit like four inches, did the shit for my niggers,
Made it up the hood to the good side, bossing up with no tie.
You heard it through the great veil, now it's actually there,
Now that's clear who be getting to the brail like penell.
Very important my will, nigger,
Have no time for my chips, nigger,
Bossin' up, added up, your girlfriend chooses like a massive
club.
To the uman coalition like it's stacking up,
Bossin' up, added up, bossin' up, added up,
But go back at my bitch for some bags and stuff.
Very important my will, nigger,
Have no time for my chips, nigger,
Bossin' up, added up, your girlfriend chooses like a massive
club.
To the uman coalition like it's stacking up,
Bossin' up, added up, bossin' up, added up,
But go back at my bitch for some bags and stuff.
2.F＊＊k Sleep
Lyricist：Brian Todd Collins／Dwayne Nesmith／Rico Love
Writer(s)：Brian Todd Collins／Dwayne Nesmith／Rico Love
Eyes wide open
We've been up all night, I ain't even noticed
Fuck sleep
You know the money is the motive 'til the morning
I be hungry every moment, man, a nigga gotta eat
Cookin' up, no Pyrex, it's IMAX
My weight up, you could check my biceps
I'm puttin' on for my team, holding me down like Maurice
I ain't in no hurry 'til we ain't got no worries, so'
Ain't no rest for me now
Look around, and I've got more bills than dad, Stunny's child
Everywhere that I go, you should know the motto
My time is my money and I always need more, so
So fuck sleep
Cause I've got a lot of bills
And nobody gon' pay 'em but me
keep my mind on my money, nigga, I don't love these hoes
Fuck sleep
You could chill while I stack these bills
Why you think these bitches love me？
Fuck sleep
Bitch you ain't know, you ain't know
When you throw stuff, I was gettin' money
So fuck sleep
Fuck sleep
Yep, I've got her legs wide open
Late night, undercover freak, so you know it's no sheets
Then it's back to the work
Fuck 1st and the 15th, I'm tryna get paid
Every week, and that's the only way to be
Work hard 'cause I need soft leather on the seats
See the money's all the talk, and the only thing I breathe
Is that California kush, God blessed me like a sneeze
I've gotta keep it real, but I'm living in a dream
If you made it from the bottom
Then you know just what I mean
Everything on the other side ain't always what it seems
But I heard that it's some green, so I gotta go and see
So fuck sleep
Cause I've got a lot of bills
And nobody gon' pay 'em but me
keep my mind on my money, nigga, I don't love these hoes
Fuck sleep
You could chill while I stack these bills
Why you think these bitches love me？
Fuck sleep
Bitch you ain't know, you ain't know
When you throw stuff, I was gettin' money
So fuck sleep
Fuck sleep
In a matter of a week, I made 200 Gs
Fuck niggas takin' breaks, real niggas gotta eat
I told my nigga Jah, when he get back on the streets
I'mma drop a bag on him, but him right back on his feet
Made millions off of beats, and the melody is sweet
Keep my shades on 'cause I ain't slumbered in weeks
I'm dickin' down a freak
I'm bustin' off like 'Blocka! Blocka!
And sleep, I don't need nada, champagne is my Viagra
So fuck sleep
Cause I've got a lot of bills
And nobody gon' pay 'em but me
keep my mind on my money, nigga, I don't love these hoes
Fuck sleep
You could chill while I stack these bills
Why you think these bitches love me？
Fuck sleep
Bitch you ain't know, you ain't know
When you throw stuff, I was gettin' money
So fuck sleep
Fuck sleep.
3.Was It Worth It
Lyricist：Brian Todd Collins／Sterling Simms／Anderson Hernandez／Allen
Ritter
Writer(s)：Brian Todd Collins／Sterling Simms／Anderson Hernandez／Allen
Ritter
4.Money and the Power
Lyricist：Brian Todd Collins／Freek Van Workum／Jonathan Lauture／Ned
Cameron
Writer(s)：Brian Todd Collins／Freek Van Workum／Jonathan Lauture／Ned
Cameron
Money and the power
Once you get a little they just want to take you down 'cause
I got the money and the power
Once you get a little they just want to take you down 'cause
We've been going hard for too long
Can't get enough, what is you on？
Really ain't nothing, I could drop that
Wake up in the morning, make it all back
It's nothing, nothing to get it popping
Wanna roll, roll up, up and away
Here we go now
Martin had a dream, I've been dreaming 'bout gold
Tell 'em I just wanna shine and I gotta let it show
Show up on the scene, walk right through the door
Got a nigga on repeat, it's my double up flow
Vibrate the whole building, I ain't ringing through your phone
Waiting till the smoke clear, can you see me through the fog？
Fall back, it could go all bad
We be going hard with your ex, so
Tic-tac-tacky motherfuckers must not be here
Life is a bitch, but I bet I get that bitch wet
We, we've been going hard for too long
Can't get enough, what is you on？
Really ain't nothing, I can drop that
Wake up in the morning, make it all back
We, we've been going hard for too long
We, we've been going hard for too long
Money and the power
Once you get a little, they just wanna take you down, 'cause
But I'm ready, ready, so you can tell 'em to bring it on
On a whole other level of high, no phone
Foes all mad 'cause the dough don't fold
Forget about your plans, we ain't leaving till it close
Close to the top, I can barely see the ground
With the whole team here, everybody get around
Look like a parade when we're coming through your town
One hand to the sky, two feet to the ground
Wait, can't stop till the sun's up
Party everywhere ever since I got my funds up
Pray to God it never run out
Off that loud, burning rubber, need to slow it down
We, we've been going hard for too long
Can't get enough, what is you on？
Really ain't nothing, I can drop that
Wake up in the morning, make it all back
We, we've been going hard for too long
We, we've been going hard for too long
Money and the power
Once you get a little, they just wanna take you down, 'cause
Money and the power
Once you get a little, they just wanna take you down, 'cause
That, that's how it is
When you fucking with me, you should know how it goes
That, that's how it is
I've got a bottle in my hand and a pocket full of dough
We, we've been going hard for too long
Can't get enough, what is you on？
Really ain't nothing, I can drop that
Wake up in the morning, make it all back
We, we've been going hard for too long
We, we've been going hard for too long
5.Sunset
Lyricist：Brian Todd Collins／Ned Cameron
Writer(s)：Brian Todd Collins／Ned Cameron
Now, just picture me high up with my top down
On Highland and Sunset, doin' 85 on the top deck
See, step by step we're walking on stars
If you're looking for some action, you ain't gotta go that far
Now, just picture me Hollywood living
Riding through the sun, riding through the sunset
Now, stop tripping, just give me a minute
And wait until the sun, wait until the sun goes down
Man, you know how it go down
Man, you know how it go down
Highland entertainer, waiting 'til the sun goes down
You know how it go down
You know how it go down
Might get a little crazy, just wait until the sun goes down
Underground, any city I come in town
Touchdown, Hail Mary, gettin' to the dough like Pillsbury
All night, don't feel worried
High up is where we will be
Nah, you ain't gotta feel guilty
Won't judge you, go on, be free
So pour what you want
Go head, roll what you want
Fuck what they say
Somebody walkin' 'round here like they're somebody
Don't know what kind of day I had
With all this weight, couldn't hold my bag
Don't hold me back from my habits
Live a fast life for the magic
I'm just lookin' 'round for the baddest
Hollywood face with an ass from Dallas
Big-ass crib, nigga livin' in a palace
We rollin' out
And my hands on the wheel so tight, got a callus
Get so fabulous
With everybody here, only thing that matters
And it's go time
I swear this feeling's like we're inches from the goal line
Now or never, better make your mind
Might hit her with a line like what's your sign？
Hit her with a glass of sparkling wine
Hit her on the ass, she might not mind
Actin' like a 10, look more like a 9, but
Don't be stuck up
Really, how could you not see us
Doing it big, it's obvious
You ain't gotta say much, 'cause
I know you're sick and tired, sick and tired of all that
bullshit
Then don't be afraid, take a shot and bite the bullet
That's one in the hole
Can't get enough, need one or two more
Tell 'em catch up, they're running to slow
Out the gutter, I learned to bowl
And finally it's movie time to show them I play the role
Of a champion, you see the goal
Light shines bright, can't see the road
6.Bad Ass(Remix)
Lyricist：Brian Todd Collins／Olubowale Akintimehin／Robert Rihmeek
Williams／Devin Montgomery
Writer(s)：Brian Todd Collins／Olubowale Akintimehin／Robert Rihmeek
Williams／Devin Montgomery
I'm feeling like the man of the hour, tear down that house
I'm throwin' this money, like it's no runnin' out
Okay, but I wanna know, can you get in the aisle
And drop it down the pole, like it's a fire？
Now let me see just what you doin' with your bad ass
I can't help but watch you movin' with your bad ass
Let me see just what you doin' with your bad ass
I can't help but watch you movin' with your bad ass
I'm feeling like a man of the hour, host of the evening,
But girl, it's your show, now bring it back, rerun
I got pockets of hundreds, they say that change is irrelevant
Lookin' up in the sky, I said I love watching you elevate
High as you ever been, we're gettin' hella bent
Ball so hard, I deserve me a Leatherman
Man, let me see that cake, cake, cake, like etamine
Ass up, gon' take it down like a sedative
That's a negative, ain't nobody wetter than her
Better get familiar like a motherfuckerin' relative
Though you see the fireworks, you lookin' where my section is
All this money fallin' in the air like it's confetti, bitch
I'm the man of the hour, money and power
And I'm on my Lafitte, so I let got Geechee shit out me
And the city is ours, where the killers devour
Where the niggas lift slippers, and the victims left a few
flowers
Okay？
Where the c-dog, know what I mean now, cool？
Better be loud when I leave that room
Knowin' how you move, how you got good shoes
When the heat on niggas be like whew
Young nigga with some old riches
In the coldest swimming I be with, we on the cold bitches
The broad left me, I swear that I'm p-noid, you get me？
Dough and of course she got them cakes but I'm tryin' to see
that throat
35-O-O my code
We high, chuggin' on that dope
Turn around, girl let a nigga know
Double M, young Olu, go!
I'm feelin' like the man of the hour, host of the evening
These niggas is haters, they know that we eatin'
I got a bitch in Jamaica, find it tough when we speakin'
I get your chick and I take her, talkin', got a boat for the
weekend
I'm just a young nigga out there ballin'
All these bad bitches callin'
Rollie off like a new obelisk
In the big Rolls Royce, can't park it
Got gold rims on my Aston Martin
Now I'm rollin' up in that foreign
I said all my bitches bad, foreign
And you can rent our last Aston Martin
Hold up -
I flex hard on Instagram, post your bitch on InstaHam
Pyrex pots that's instant grams, drop that work that's instant
bands
And I'm sittin' man, on a couple mil'
Swear my life's so fuckin' real
Back to the wall like fuck the world
And niggas say fuck me, I'mma fuck their girl
Now go ahead with that bad ass, and fast cash, right, dash past
Them silicones, that bad ass, got cheese out, the rat trap
Real late night, no cat naps, you so acrobatic
Just move it to the bass slap, the bass slap like the mackest
No question we turnt up, workin' on my fourth cup
Been throwin' all this money like the ass is for purchase
Very important person, don't take it too personal
Got more bottles than homies, it's a movie, ready for the show!
Show off
Show off
Show off
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