Hold my mic on out there.
Huh.
Cause if it's on.
He don't feel it.
Know what I'm talking about?
ESG, Slim Thug, we the boss.
We out here grinding, putting in work, traveling state to state.
doing shows, putting it down, and I'll be damned if we don't be the ones that get paid for it, nigga.
We used to get paid selling songs for them.
And then we started making rap songs for them.
But how come we ain't rolling on chrome like them?
See, I know.
What's up?
There's something wrong.
Something's wrong.
This your baby, see I'm the boss, boss.
They told me take my chain off, let my body drop.
This your baby, I'm the boss, boss They told me take my chains off, let my body defrost
P-I-M-P-I-L-O-G.
Ain't no record label pipping me.
Feel me.
ESG, drop a key like I drop a CD.
Boss out, documentary, DVD.
Jeez, the beast.
Let me knee with the baddest.
Bounce hog-eared dogs like the deuce of hazard.
Player haters want to ride on chrome like them.
I guess they like to do shades with the stones in them.
You want to see me float?
You can see it flow, just pay.
Eat the dough cause he the CEO.
Gotta sell in the store.
Oh, you so-called freestyle king.
Better be about your green, little freestyle queen.
Want to be up on my team?
We got no mail.
Your shit pointing your snail at Southwest wholesale Get out my coattail, play the parts right, you know that we
Aces.
Platinum stars.
Platinum cars.
Totem.
Platinum briefcases.
We get paid seven zones for them.
And then we started making rap songs for them.
But how come we ain't rolling on chrome like them?
See, I know.
What's up?
There's something wrong.
Something's wrong.
This your baby.
See, I'm the boss.
They told me take my chain off Let my body defrost This your baby, I'm the boss They told me take my chain off Let my body defrost
B-I-M-P-I-L-O-G.
Ain't no record label pimping me the slim T. I had to get my mind right before I get my grind right.
Making sure I shine bright when I'm in the spotlight.
I grab the mic and take flight.
Displaying my skills.
I took a shortcut to make meals.
I pay my own bills.
I'm the boss CEO.
Making sure my dough ain't low.
I refuse to be in store and still be living poor.
Oh no, not me.
You think I ain't watch me.
Your boss can't stop me.
Sugar lands where you spot me.
Living like I hit the lottery.
Can't hide my stash.
I want cash every time I match.
It's class in the grass by the S-Type Jack.
Platinum Bentley Azur with the matching gray rag.
Let my coochie jeans sag.
Slim thug don't play.
I'm making CEO pay when it's my payday.
We get paid selling songs for them And then we started making rap songs for them
But how come we ain't rollin' on chrome?
Like them say I know.
What's up?
There's something wrong.
Something's wrong.
This your baby, see I'm the boss They told me take my jeans off, let my body defrost
This your baby, I'm the boss, boss They told me take my chains off, let my body defrost
I'm the boss, when I floss in my boss, like a boss.
My house dicked out like a boss, cause I'm the boss, I pay the cows.
full pay.
It's all work, no play.
I'ma let the AK spray if your haters in my way.
Everything like my birthday.
You think I ain't got dough?
You can
Catch me at the Mex, it's pouring more on the floor.
Oh, kick it with us, you hear two crooks flows.
You come to my house, you see.
10-foot doors, church stained windows, ophthalmos and endos, when the time no pen told, just hard top bent lows.
Too dogged with cash flow, they can't stand the boss.
We hopping over haters like Randy Moss.
to get paid selling songs for them.
And then we started making rap songs for them.
But how come we ain't rollin' on chrome like them?
See, I know.
What's up?
There's some chrome.
Some chrome.
Fish up, baby, see I'm the boss.
They told me take my chain off, let my body do rocks.
This your baby, I'm the boss
You ain't pimping me no more.
No more.
I ain't gonna be your home.
I need my money when I'm spittin', let me get that.
Come up short with my scratch, I ain't with that.
You ain't pimping me no more.
I ain't gonna be your home.
Need my money when I'm spittin', let me get that.
Come up short with my scratch.
I ain't with that high.
Nigga, I'm through.
