Crazy Mike - Boss n***a lyrics

(Intro) Can't stop this money flow broke a** n***a never Hating a** n***a (Verse 1: Juicy J) I got them shooters on deck, AKs with banana clips We ain't bout that talking you get smoked like cancer sticks My n***a only move a real n***as and goons They don't know how to talk, they only know how to shoot Dropped a coupla' bands, and get your top peel off While I'm somewhere with some rich white folks playing golf My Benz got a hole in the top like a dolphin I'm on this codeine cause this weed got me coughin' From Memphis Tennessee, where it ain't Ten-A-Key Find a n***a dead in his house, he just a memory (You gone) n***as starving in these streets, coming for your stash A gun plus a mask, you do the math Still stepping on them blocks like hopscotch Goons on deck shooting like they own a shot clock Real n***a always counting like a stop watch Pull them out the toaster, that turn you to a pop tart (b**h) Hundred bandz on a watch, b**h its my time (b**h) We was totin' pistols for school before Columbine (Always) Juicy J, North Memphis Vet (You know it) I went in and buy a Corvette and put it on my neck (You know it) Money talk, you broke n***as is deaf (You know it) b**h I'm blowing on loud, and so is my check (You see it) Fully automatics, no auto tune I don't make no diss songs I'm leaving rappers with bullet wounds (Hook) Boss n***a, I be calling shots (Always) You shaking a** n***as, be calling cops (They calling) If I got any problems, I call them shooters (They coming) My b**h got plenty racks, I call them hooters (They coming) (2X) (Outro) Real sh** real spit Get your money up n***a Yeah Mafia