Nuthin 2 a Boss Lyrics
| Song | Nuthin 2 a Boss |
| Artist | Trae Tha Truth |
| Album | Life Goes On |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Novelli, Thomas, Thompson | |
| I get money - | |
| I get, I get money - | |
| I get money, it ain't nothin to a boss nigga | |
| 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 nigga | |
| 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 nigga | |
| I get money - | |
| I, I, I, I get money, | |
| I get money it ain't nothin to a boss [Verse 1: Trae] | |
| Picture me posted on the corner, my pants saggin below my ass | |
| With somethin weighin down my pocket, from people countin my cash | |
| I'm a hop inside the drop and let the top down, and squat down | |
| Then I make 'em pump they brakes like | |
| I'm a stop sign | |
| Told you I rhyme gangsta, | |
| I got it locked down - | |
| Houston, Texas my home | |
| My paint stay wetter then a bitch - on this nice selection of chrome | |
| And if I ever choose to roam homey, | |
| I'm good where | |
| I go Better ask yo'favorite ghetto star, how | |
| I get down on the low | |
| My hustle fuh sho, when | |
| I'm gettin this dough | |
| You better believe if | |
| I talk about it | |
| I got it to show | |
| My neck and wrist enough to drop a hater jaw to the flo' | |
| And don't worry bout the price it cost bitch | |
| I got money to blow | |
| It's nothin to a boss! [Chorus] [Verse 2: Slim Thug] | |
| I make the money but don't let the money make me | |
| But my money make alot of haters hate me 'cause | |
| I'm a shine, | |
| I ain't tryna tone shit down | |
| I'm a put it in they face and show | |
| I'm paid now | |
| I'm livin laid now, use to be broke strugglin | |
| Till I got up off my ass and started straight hustlin | |
| Got out and got it on my own, wasn't gave nothin | |
| You ain't heard that lil'young nigga stayed thuggin | |
| Went from the streets, to the beats now | |
| I'm makin hits | |
| Momma happy cause her son gettin paid legit | |
| I been the shit mayne, before the paper came | |
| You can take away my money, but can't take my game | |
| I'm the boss nigga, gyeah... [Verse 3: Trae] | |
| Now in the hood | |
| I'm gettin paid - slam butterfly do's | |
| Gettin money just guarantee me a bunch of fly hoes | |
| So 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 Tha | |
| Truth you better go ask 'em who the streets | |
| And ask 'em who that, in that black on black with ostrich sittin on the seats | |
| My money speaks 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 use to tell me | |
| I was broke, | |
| I told 'em not for long | |
| And pulled up on they ass in somethin, that cost bout forty stacks alone | |
| See in these streets | |
| I'm like the president ridin on chrome | |
| Saggin my ceasers with my t - shirt on - like | |
| I'm a boss [Chorus: Till End] |
| zuo qu : Novelli, Thomas, Thompson | |
| I get money | |
| I get, I get money | |
| I get money, it ain' t nothin to a boss nigga | |
| 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 nigga | |
| 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 nigga | |
| I get money | |
| I, I, I, I get money, | |
| I get money it ain' t nothin to a boss Verse 1: Trae | |
| Picture me posted on the corner, my pants saggin below my ass | |
| With somethin weighin down my pocket, from people countin my cash | |
| I' m a hop inside the drop and let the top down, and squat down | |
| Then I make ' em pump they brakes like | |
| I' m a stop sign | |
| Told you I rhyme gangsta, | |
| I got it locked down | |
| Houston, Texas my home | |
| My paint stay wetter then a bitch on this nice selection of chrome | |
| And if I ever choose to roam homey, | |
| I' m good where | |
| I go Better ask yo' favorite ghetto star, how | |
| I get down on the low | |
| My hustle fuh sho, when | |
| I' m gettin this dough | |
| You better believe if | |
| I talk about it | |
| I got it to show | |
| My neck and wrist enough to drop a hater jaw to the flo' | |
| And don' t worry bout the price it cost bitch | |
| I got money to blow | |
| It' s nothin to a boss! Chorus Verse 2: Slim Thug | |
| I make the money but don' t let the money make me | |
| But my money make alot of haters hate me ' cause | |
| I' m a shine, | |
| I ain' t tryna tone shit down | |
| I' m a put it in they face and show | |
| I' m paid now | |
| I' m livin laid now, use to be broke strugglin | |
| Till I got up off my ass and started straight hustlin | |
| Got out and got it on my own, wasn' t gave nothin | |
| You ain' t heard that lil' young nigga stayed thuggin | |
| Went from the streets, to the beats now | |
| I' m makin hits | |
| Momma happy cause her son gettin paid legit | |
| I been the shit mayne, before the paper came | |
| You can take away my money, but can' t take my game | |
| I' m the boss nigga, gyeah... Verse 3: Trae | |
| Now in the hood | |
| I' m gettin paid slam butterfly do' s | |
| Gettin money just guarantee me a bunch of fly hoes | |
| So 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 Tha | |
| Truth you better go ask ' em who the streets | |
| And ask ' em who that, in that black on black with ostrich sittin on the seats | |
| My money speaks 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 use to tell me | |
| I was broke, | |
| I told ' em not for long | |
| And pulled up on they ass in somethin, that cost bout forty stacks alone | |
| See in these streets | |
| I' m like the president ridin on chrome | |
| Saggin my ceasers with my t shirt on like | |
| I' m a boss Chorus: Till End |
| zuò qǔ : Novelli, Thomas, Thompson | |
| I get money | |
| I get, I get money | |
| I get money, it ain' t nothin to a boss nigga | |
| 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 nigga | |
| 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 nigga | |
| I get money | |
| I, I, I, I get money, | |
| I get money it ain' t nothin to a boss Verse 1: Trae | |
| Picture me posted on the corner, my pants saggin below my ass | |
| With somethin weighin down my pocket, from people countin my cash | |
| I' m a hop inside the drop and let the top down, and squat down | |
| Then I make ' em pump they brakes like | |
| I' m a stop sign | |
| Told you I rhyme gangsta, | |
| I got it locked down | |
| Houston, Texas my home | |
| My paint stay wetter then a bitch on this nice selection of chrome | |
| And if I ever choose to roam homey, | |
| I' m good where | |
| I go Better ask yo' favorite ghetto star, how | |
| I get down on the low | |
| My hustle fuh sho, when | |
| I' m gettin this dough | |
| You better believe if | |
| I talk about it | |
| I got it to show | |
| My neck and wrist enough to drop a hater jaw to the flo' | |
| And don' t worry bout the price it cost bitch | |
| I got money to blow | |
| It' s nothin to a boss! Chorus Verse 2: Slim Thug | |
| I make the money but don' t let the money make me | |
| But my money make alot of haters hate me ' cause | |
| I' m a shine, | |
| I ain' t tryna tone shit down | |
| I' m a put it in they face and show | |
| I' m paid now | |
| I' m livin laid now, use to be broke strugglin | |
| Till I got up off my ass and started straight hustlin | |
| Got out and got it on my own, wasn' t gave nothin | |
| You ain' t heard that lil' young nigga stayed thuggin | |
| Went from the streets, to the beats now | |
| I' m makin hits | |
| Momma happy cause her son gettin paid legit | |
| I been the shit mayne, before the paper came | |
| You can take away my money, but can' t take my game | |
| I' m the boss nigga, gyeah... Verse 3: Trae | |
| Now in the hood | |
| I' m gettin paid slam butterfly do' s | |
| Gettin money just guarantee me a bunch of fly hoes | |
| So 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 Tha | |
| Truth you better go ask ' em who the streets | |
| And ask ' em who that, in that black on black with ostrich sittin on the seats | |
| My money speaks 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 use to tell me | |
| I was broke, | |
| I told ' em not for long | |
| And pulled up on they ass in somethin, that cost bout forty stacks alone | |
| See in these streets | |
| I' m like the president ridin on chrome | |
| Saggin my ceasers with my t shirt on like | |
| I' m a boss Chorus: Till End |
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