| Song | Bossin' Up |
| Artist | KiD Ink |
| Artist | A$AP Ferg |
| Artist | French Montana |
| Album | Almost Home EP |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Okay | |
| Bossin’ up | |
| You, you can check we bossin’ | |
| [Hook x2: Kid Ink] | |
| Yeah | |
| Valet park my whip nigga | |
| Hammer time for my chips nigga | |
| (Bossin’ up!) | |
| Add it up, your girlfriend choosin’ so you mad as fuck | |
| Chillin’ with my coalition nigga’s rackin’ up | |
| (Bossin’ up) add it up | |
| (Bossin’ up) add it up | |
| A lil’ Louis but my bitch wants some bags and stuff | |
| [Verse 1: Kid Ink] | |
| It goes | |
| Valet when I park it | |
| OG when I spark it | |
| Money speak when I’m talkin’ | |
| J’s on when I’m walking | |
| They fired up like arsen | |
| You can’t touch my garments | |
| Up late nights pass Carson | |
| Drinkin’ large proportions of that turn up juice | |
| Got your girlfriend, loose | |
| Shakin’ that ass listening to Luke | |
| Give a nigga all holes no loops | |
| Give a nigga all brain no lip | |
| I be at the ball hanging no grip | |
| Pant saggin’ no four fitfh | |
| My security bullets like four inches | |
| Kick that shit like four ninjas | |
| Did that shit for my nigga’s who | |
| Made it out the hood to the good side | |
| Bossin’ up with no tie | |
| You heard it through the grape vine | |
| And I was actually there, yeah | |
| It’s clear who’s been gettin’ to the bread like Panera, ugh | |
| [Hook x2] | |
| [Verse 2: French Montana] | |
| Ooh Haaan, | |
| Bossed up in this bitch, got my doors up in this bitch | |
| Don’t get tossed up in this bitch, | |
| I’m like ooh haaan, Coke Boyz in this bitch | |
| Got Kid Ink in this bitch, got ASAP Ferg in this bitch | |
| Hundred on that stage nigga, hundred in them K’s nigga | |
| In that Porsche Boxster, stuntin’ to my grave nigga | |
| Strap with the forty shit real life shit | |
| Talkin’ about the purple smokin’ fills outchea | |
| Stingy with the money but the shells I shed | |
| My nigga rip the gold off your grill outchea | |
| Pull up in a tank, cup full of drank | |
| Make ten mill, stuff it in the bank | |
| Fifty on a Rollie, hundred on a link | |
| Think you an animal, I turn you to a mink | |
| Throwin’ darts, throwin bullets, stuntin’ on ‘em | |
| Hoes pull the top off car hood this South Bronx oooh | |
| [Hook x2] | |
| [Verse 3: ASAP Ferg] | |
| Hello nigga with the gold teeth | |
| Hilfiger nigga only OG | |
| Hilfiger niggas only four deep | |
| But for real that trilla nigga bring the whole street | |
| Four trill bitches on my Rollie | |
| Montana hammer like I’m Tony | |
| Cocaine to her nose bleed | |
| Make your girl want to cuff the police | |
| That Flacko nigga goldie | |
| Me and Rocky like Apolla Creed | |
| Relax, to the max no cozy | |
| Big doors on the crib but I’m lowkey | |
| Don’t fl… with the niggas they be phony | |
| Your B M don’t even know me | |
| She all on my wang, Alexander Wang | |
| Yeah, my fella….. four G’s | |
| Ape’s on the feet made .. complete | |
| Made girls scream Lord like I am a Priest | |
| I’m a boss nigga with blonde in seats | |
| Just collect cash while designer sneaks | |
| White gold teeth every time I speak | |
| Three thou for the smile nigga I’m a G | |
| Better talk to me nice I’mma chief | |
| You dealin’ with a boss so I need PC | |
| [Bridge] | |
| I’m out this bitch | |
| I’m out this door | |
| I’m out this door | |
| [Hook x2] | |
| [Verse 4: Kid Ink] | |
| Keep it one hunnid, hunnid in ones | |
| If you trying to have some fun, funds up | |
| Get you some, some of it all | |
| All this money in my drawer, draw these hoes to my car | |
| Add it up how I ball | |
| Yeah that’s bossin’ up, dont bother us | |
| Steady poppin’ .., so popular | |
| Love poppin’ shit, its right ship might take off outta here | |
| Here we go again, givenin’ a sin | |
| So sin.. since last night til six going in | |
| Sun shines see the glare | |
| No we aint playin’ fair | |
| You really aint bout that paper if there aint enough to share | |
| Actin’ like I’ve been on vacation | |
| Tell a motherfucker I aint goin’ nowhere | |
| On my own playin the cards like the game is Solataire (yeah) | |
| [Hook x2] |
| Okay | |
| Bossin' up | |
| You, you can check we bossin' | |
| Hook x2: Kid Ink | |
| Yeah | |
| Valet park my whip nigga | |
| Hammer time for my chips nigga | |
| Bossin' up! | |
| Add it up, your girlfriend choosin' so you mad as fuck | |
| Chillin' with my coalition nigga' s rackin' up | |
| Bossin' up add it up | |
| Bossin' up add it up | |
| A lil' Louis but my bitch wants some bags and stuff | |
| Verse 1: Kid Ink | |
| It goes | |
| Valet when I park it | |
| OG when I spark it | |
| Money speak when I' m talkin' | |
| J' s on when I' m walking | |
| They fired up like arsen | |
| You can' t touch my garments | |
| Up late nights pass Carson | |
| Drinkin' large proportions of that turn up juice | |
| Got your girlfriend, loose | |
| Shakin' that ass listening to Luke | |
| Give a nigga all holes no loops | |
| Give a nigga all brain no lip | |
| I be at the ball hanging no grip | |
| Pant saggin' no four fitfh | |
| My security bullets like four inches | |
| Kick that shit like four ninjas | |
| Did that shit for my nigga' s who | |
| Made it out the hood to the good side | |
| Bossin' up with no tie | |
| You heard it through the grape vine | |
| And I was actually there, yeah | |
| It' s clear who' s been gettin' to the bread like Panera, ugh | |
| Hook x2 | |
| Verse 2: French Montana | |
| Ooh Haaan, | |
| Bossed up in this bitch, got my doors up in this bitch | |
| Don' t get tossed up in this bitch, | |
| I' m like ooh haaan, Coke Boyz in this bitch | |
| Got Kid Ink in this bitch, got ASAP Ferg in this bitch | |
| Hundred on that stage nigga, hundred in them K' s nigga | |
| In that Porsche Boxster, stuntin' to my grave nigga | |
| Strap with the forty shit real life shit | |
| Talkin' about the purple smokin' fills outchea | |
| Stingy with the money but the shells I shed | |
| My nigga rip the gold off your grill outchea | |
| Pull up in a tank, cup full of drank | |
| Make ten mill, stuff it in the bank | |
| Fifty on a Rollie, hundred on a link | |
| Think you an animal, I turn you to a mink | |
| Throwin' darts, throwin bullets, stuntin' on ' em | |
| Hoes pull the top off car hood this South Bronx oooh | |
| Hook x2 | |
| Verse 3: ASAP Ferg | |
| Hello nigga with the gold teeth | |
| Hilfiger nigga only OG | |
| Hilfiger niggas only four deep | |
| But for real that trilla nigga bring the whole street | |
| Four trill bitches on my Rollie | |
| Montana hammer like I' m Tony | |
| Cocaine to her nose bleed | |
| Make your girl want to cuff the police | |
| That Flacko nigga goldie | |
| Me and Rocky like Apolla Creed | |
| Relax, to the max no cozy | |
| Big doors on the crib but I' m lowkey | |
| Don' t fl with the niggas they be phony | |
| Your B M don' t even know me | |
| She all on my wang, Alexander Wang | |
| Yeah, my fella.. four G' s | |
| Ape' s on the feet made .. complete | |
| Made girls scream Lord like I am a Priest | |
| I' m a boss nigga with blonde in seats | |
| Just collect cash while designer sneaks | |
| White gold teeth every time I speak | |
| Three thou for the smile nigga I' m a G | |
| Better talk to me nice I' mma chief | |
| You dealin' with a boss so I need PC | |
| Bridge | |
| I' m out this bitch | |
| I' m out this door | |
| I' m out this door | |
| Hook x2 | |
| Verse 4: Kid Ink | |
| Keep it one hunnid, hunnid in ones | |
| If you trying to have some fun, funds up | |
| Get you some, some of it all | |
| All this money in my drawer, draw these hoes to my car | |
| Add it up how I ball | |
| Yeah that' s bossin' up, dont bother us | |
| Steady poppin' .., so popular | |
| Love poppin' shit, its right ship might take off outta here | |
| Here we go again, givenin' a sin | |
| So sin.. since last night til six going in | |
| Sun shines see the glare | |
| No we aint playin' fair | |
| You really aint bout that paper if there aint enough to share | |
| Actin' like I' ve been on vacation | |
| Tell a motherfucker I aint goin' nowhere | |
| On my own playin the cards like the game is Solataire yeah | |
| Hook x2 |
| Okay | |
| Bossin' up | |
| You, you can check we bossin' | |
| Hook x2: Kid Ink | |
| Yeah | |
| Valet park my whip nigga | |
| Hammer time for my chips nigga | |
| Bossin' up! | |
| Add it up, your girlfriend choosin' so you mad as fuck | |
| Chillin' with my coalition nigga' s rackin' up | |
| Bossin' up add it up | |
| Bossin' up add it up | |
| A lil' Louis but my bitch wants some bags and stuff | |
| Verse 1: Kid Ink | |
| It goes | |
| Valet when I park it | |
| OG when I spark it | |
| Money speak when I' m talkin' | |
| J' s on when I' m walking | |
| They fired up like arsen | |
| You can' t touch my garments | |
| Up late nights pass Carson | |
| Drinkin' large proportions of that turn up juice | |
| Got your girlfriend, loose | |
| Shakin' that ass listening to Luke | |
| Give a nigga all holes no loops | |
| Give a nigga all brain no lip | |
| I be at the ball hanging no grip | |
| Pant saggin' no four fitfh | |
| My security bullets like four inches | |
| Kick that shit like four ninjas | |
| Did that shit for my nigga' s who | |
| Made it out the hood to the good side | |
| Bossin' up with no tie | |
| You heard it through the grape vine | |
| And I was actually there, yeah | |
| It' s clear who' s been gettin' to the bread like Panera, ugh | |
| Hook x2 | |
| Verse 2: French Montana | |
| Ooh Haaan, | |
| Bossed up in this bitch, got my doors up in this bitch | |
| Don' t get tossed up in this bitch, | |
| I' m like ooh haaan, Coke Boyz in this bitch | |
| Got Kid Ink in this bitch, got ASAP Ferg in this bitch | |
| Hundred on that stage nigga, hundred in them K' s nigga | |
| In that Porsche Boxster, stuntin' to my grave nigga | |
| Strap with the forty shit real life shit | |
| Talkin' about the purple smokin' fills outchea | |
| Stingy with the money but the shells I shed | |
| My nigga rip the gold off your grill outchea | |
| Pull up in a tank, cup full of drank | |
| Make ten mill, stuff it in the bank | |
| Fifty on a Rollie, hundred on a link | |
| Think you an animal, I turn you to a mink | |
| Throwin' darts, throwin bullets, stuntin' on ' em | |
| Hoes pull the top off car hood this South Bronx oooh | |
| Hook x2 | |
| Verse 3: ASAP Ferg | |
| Hello nigga with the gold teeth | |
| Hilfiger nigga only OG | |
| Hilfiger niggas only four deep | |
| But for real that trilla nigga bring the whole street | |
| Four trill bitches on my Rollie | |
| Montana hammer like I' m Tony | |
| Cocaine to her nose bleed | |
| Make your girl want to cuff the police | |
| That Flacko nigga goldie | |
| Me and Rocky like Apolla Creed | |
| Relax, to the max no cozy | |
| Big doors on the crib but I' m lowkey | |
| Don' t fl with the niggas they be phony | |
| Your B M don' t even know me | |
| She all on my wang, Alexander Wang | |
| Yeah, my fella.. four G' s | |
| Ape' s on the feet made .. complete | |
| Made girls scream Lord like I am a Priest | |
| I' m a boss nigga with blonde in seats | |
| Just collect cash while designer sneaks | |
| White gold teeth every time I speak | |
| Three thou for the smile nigga I' m a G | |
| Better talk to me nice I' mma chief | |
| You dealin' with a boss so I need PC | |
| Bridge | |
| I' m out this bitch | |
| I' m out this door | |
| I' m out this door | |
| Hook x2 | |
| Verse 4: Kid Ink | |
| Keep it one hunnid, hunnid in ones | |
| If you trying to have some fun, funds up | |
| Get you some, some of it all | |
| All this money in my drawer, draw these hoes to my car | |
| Add it up how I ball | |
| Yeah that' s bossin' up, dont bother us | |
| Steady poppin' .., so popular | |
| Love poppin' shit, its right ship might take off outta here | |
| Here we go again, givenin' a sin | |
| So sin.. since last night til six going in | |
| Sun shines see the glare | |
| No we aint playin' fair | |
| You really aint bout that paper if there aint enough to share | |
| Actin' like I' ve been on vacation | |
| Tell a motherfucker I aint goin' nowhere | |
| On my own playin the cards like the game is Solataire yeah | |
| Hook x2 |