Jeezy - Bossin up (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy] I'mma show you motherf**ers how to k** a remix Comin' all black like I'm hittin' them licks All black .40 with them ladders hangin' out 30-round clips, call them sh**s chopsticks Run up in the booth with a ski mask on Run up in the booth make a ski mask song Run up the booth, then I hop up in the Coupe Now I'm ridin' in the ‘Rari with a ski mask on I'm too bossed up, I need to turn my boss down King of the Street sh**, where the f** is my crown? Graduated from the street with my cap and my gown You the motherf**in' man if you servin' your town My lil' n***a eat, sleep, sh** and deal c**aine Not that rap sh**, I'm talkin' real c**aine CTE, TBC (what is is, homeboy?) “Boss Yo Life Up Gang” With my boss b**h and she bossed up On that 2Pac, she's gettin' tossed up Can't cross me, you'll get crossed up Can't cross me, I'm too bossed up My name Hefe, I do boss sh** No Old Star, get lost, b**h You a b**h n***a? Then kick rocks Just know rich n***as do drop-tops You ain't sh**, I talk sh** Ebola rhymes, my watch sick I'm Top Gun, I'm in the co*kpit Got the game locked, call the locksmith No Stan Smith, I do gourmet Giuseppes, new J's My earrings, they cold as f** Call the North Pole, that's bossin' up [Hook] Valet park my whip, n***a Hammer time for my chips, n***a (Bossin' up) add it up Your girlfriend choosin' so you mad as f** Chillin' with my coalition, n***as rackin' up (Bossin' up) add it up (Bossin' up) add it up A lil' Louis, but my b**h want some bags and stuff [Verse 2: Kid Ink] It go, uhh Bossin' up and you downgrade Look around and see a bunch of clowns Tryna represent my town lately (wait) I've been gone for like 30 days I wore every chain, no wedding ring Got a boss b**h and she understand That timing is everything Nah, don't trip – put it on the tab Knowin' I'm a G, gotta put it on the bag Break a b**h down, gotta put her in a cast She ain't got a ride, might put her in a cab You ain't even know, n***a? Put him in a cla** Trip, Big Chuck might put you in the past Hit a blunt hard, n***a, put me in the pads Just rolled up, but the high don't last Ridin' through the city, hope I don't crash Know they thought that it wasn't gon' last You can't even tell me why you mad? Is it really that bad, is you doin' that bad? What you make in a year I pay in taxes The money burnin' holes in my pocket I just need somewhere to ash it Nah, you ain't gotta ask, b**h… [Hook] [Verse 3: YG] Okay, I'm bossin' up… ‘Cause I done already lost enough See, like… ever since last year… Everythin' I'm buyin', now it cost one up Say, it's dark as f**… Girl, why you actin' hard to f**? Why you got your guards up? Like you playin' ball or somethin' Pull up in that Porsche Panamera, park it up Hop out lookin' sharp as f**, tint dark as f** b**h, f** up off… But you know we don't love them hoes Yeah, me and Young partnerin' up That's the talk in all the barbershops, n***a Shaq height, couldn't baller block Probably invest in all the stocks I'm 400, corporate thuggin', pushin' at the label Mama still got bills that's gotta be paid for Remember when mama wasn't able? With them credit card numbers, I was payin' cable It's all respect over here… we gettin' checks over here All my homies rap, so all my n***as got next over here [Hook]