Styles P - Boss Dealings lyrics

[Verse 1: Noreaga] So there's about a million ways to make a million dollars I know some chicks who try to make it from they baby fathers I know some n***as that will shoot you right in front the cops And do that 23 hour locked in the box As a youth I prayed I make it out of poverty Without rap, I would still be into robbery Self conscious, self made Got my life out of coach, upgrade They try to claim it's a brand new game Some brand new n***a sounded brand new lames A brand new view from young OG's perspective I love Newport so I iced out the necklace I grew out of that, and got rid of it And made chicks eat chicks on they period, eww Uh that's nasty, got a song with Ca**ie That should prolly tell you that I'm at least half cla**y Reefer smoke, reefer smoke, f** it let the reefer smoke They can't afford the sour so they go and get the cheaper smoke It's premeditated, I'ma highly dedicated Highly medicated, sh**, f** it n***a [Verse 2: Curren$y] Smoking a Jernt, scribbled in my tablets Stoned thoughts n***a, scatter brained mathematics Weed blurring my vision Still see them digits add up to that Bentley truck Parking sensor's beeping when I back up I ain't got it now, but by the time you hear this I instagram that motherf**er, hot boxing it So many clouds we smoking, looking like a rolling explosion Them bad b**hes know him, kush and Gucci cologne Releasing they pheromones, she horny Looking for escape route, her man's be on it Cops style, that b**h wild, I'm parked outside, I'm waiting on her Back door flow, ho sled in the coupe with weed rolled up Drove off, Jet life never die, G code Cuz Pinky finger's frozen, Cuban link golden Only built for that sh** that them n***as k** for Audio dope, fly as everything you never saw, forever raw Yeah, that's us dog [Verse 3: Styles P] n***a you ain't getting high, what the f** you give a f** for I just float, and watch the money come Hustle when I was 12, own sh** when I was 21 Whether walking or driving, I'm on the money run Do it for jail n***as, microwaving they honey bun Now everybody 'bout that life You got shooters, I'ma shoot an eye out your life That's the off switch, boss sh**, couple n***as and corpses Ask the security, y'all n***as up in the office I get busy with the pounds, keys, and Taurus That's a loaded gun, n***a start the Vet, let the motor run Light the jedi, watch Yoda come Tell em f** em all n***a yeah I said it I like to buy my sh**, I don't care for credit You can blank it out, I don't care to edit Any rapper alive is who I dare to set it, yeah It's Ghost, Spitta ,and NO, let your man know I have your face looking like you just f**ed up an endo Ew, n***a, ew, n***a