Nuthin’ 2 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
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

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!

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 hit's
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

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