[Intro: Blade Icewood]
Man these fake as niggas out here always perpin', G, Man
We had to make a song strictly for these fake ass niggas, like
Detroit Remix
Booooy, would y'all?
[Verse 1: G-Rock]
All these rappers rapping 'bout how they got that work
How the fuck you niggas working when you always at work?
Boy, would y'all? I ball like them cats at Rucker
The streets is hot, eat, I'm a livin' legend muh-fucka
From that Dirty, Dirty Glizzy, ask about G-Rizzy
Twerkin', workin', never perpin', weighin' up on them scizzies
Young nigga, I got workers breakin' down my bag
It ain't hard to pop a nigga and break down that mag'
Toss it, we bosses, I got boats full of guns
Got a Ox' connect, like that nigga Tommy Bunz
Tons of whatevеr, leads to tons of cheddar
The gamе I'm ahead of
Holla when you can find a thousand or better
[Chorus: Blade Icewood]
Boy
Boss up and get this money
Would you
Boss up and get this money
Boy
Boss up and get this money
Get this money
Would you
Get this money
Nigga
Boy
Boss up and get this money
Would you
Boss up and get this money
Boy
Boss up and get this money
Get this money
Get this money
[Verse 2: Blade Icewood]
They was like "boy, would you do a remix?"
A song to put on and get blowed with a freak bitch
My phone won't stop ringin', jewels won't stop gleamin'
Clock Gs, spark trees to of drop Vs
Bitch, better boss up and get this money
The clique coppin' chinchillas, but still got old school minks
And when a spot get hot, we set up shop in another hood
Come up with the lowest ticket, so it's all good
Whether East or West, got the Street Lord lovin'
Put a slug in a thug if he do too much muggin'
I'm rich, I got that thang on me when we clubbin'
Plus I'm 50 deep, get yo' ass stomped with a hunnid feet (Nigga)
Dirty Glove, STL, we run the streets, bitch
Boss up and get this money
[Verse 3: H-Gee]
I fucks with Icewood, I put the mix in his tapes
Then it's back to the kitchen, gotta mix me a cake
Catch me off in Hotlanta with the Michigan plates
Pushin' keys like pianos, on a mission for pape'
We get dough 'round here, all my niggas is straight
O just pulled up in that "quarter to 8"
You niggas still countin' bags, we hit the border for weight
Plus, I heard y'all slung half on a quarter of cake
Boy, would they please boss up?
These niggas is mustard, man, they need to catch up
[Chorus: Blade Icewood]
Boy
Boss up and get this money
Would you
Boss up and get this money
Boy
Boss up and get this money
Get this money
Would you
Get this money
Nigga
Boy
Boss up and get this money
Would you
Boss up and get this money
Boy
Boss up and get this money
Get this money
Get this money
[Verse 3: Blade Icewood, G-Rock, Both]
Yo' fake ass got a minute phone, never got no minutes
Claim you got a spot, but never got no work up in it
Boy, those ain't Sprewells, how yo' rims still spinnin'?
Nigga, you ain't a Street Lord, how yo team still winnin'? (You ain't know?)
It's sinnin' 'round here if yo' bank ain't right
Dank ain't light
Doin' my dance while I'm drunk in a hype
I'm in the fight froze
While sportin' platinum
We rose gold
We both pros at pimpin'
And bossin' up on these hoes
I'm bossin' up for real, a half mill' on the crib
It's a beautiful thang, you should see how I live
Boy, I need the Bent' with the rims and tent
Woodgrain steering wheel to match the seats and the vents
We 'bout dollars
Make sense don't it?
Coupes with the 6 on it
Rugers with the inf' on it
We'll blaze you if you run up on us
It's Mr. Lee Iacocca
And I'm the mayor of the Mitten
Y'all niggas ain't bossin' up, y'all bullshittin' (Bitch)
[Chorus: Blade Icewood]
Boy
Boss up and get this money
Would you
Boss up and get this money
Boy
Boss up and get this money
Get this money
Would you
Get this money
Nigga
Boy
Boss up and get this money
Would you
Boss up and get this money
Boy
Boss up and get this money
Get this money
Get this money
Nigga
