BOSS - THE CARTERS

Ain’t nothing to it, real one

Ain’t nothing to it, boss

Ain’t nothing to it (nothin' to it) real one

Ain’t nothing to it (there's nothing!) boss

Heh, I paid the cost

Who gon' take it all?

(take it all)

I record then I ball (then I ball!)

I ignored a lot of calls (click, click)

You ain’t talkin' 'bout nothin', I ain’t got no time

Got that dinero on my mind

Ohh, I got real problems just like you (bitch!)

Tell that bitch, «I don’t like you» (I don’t fuck with you!)

Ain’t nothing to it, real one

Ain’t nothing to it (nothin' to it) boss

Ain’t nothing to it (nothin' to it) real one

Ain’t nothing to it (nothin' to it) I boss

Ohhh, real one

Uh, I’m a boss

Oh oh oh oh ohhh, oh yeah

Let me get 'em, B, yeah

Hundred million crib, three million watch, all facts

No cap;

false nigga, you not a boss, you got a boss

Niggas getting jerked, that shit hurts, I take it personally

Niggas rather work for the man than to work with me

Just so they can pretend they on my level, that shit is irkin' to me

Pride always goeth before the fall, almost certainly

It’s disturbing what I gross (what I gross!)

Survey says you not even close (not even close)

Everybody’s bosses 'til it’s time to pay for the office

'Til them invoices separate the men, from the boys

Over here we measure success by how many people successful next to you

Here we say you broke if everybody is broke except for you

Boss!

Ain’t nothing to it, real one (real one)

Ain’t nothing to it (nothin' to it) boss (boss, boss, boss)

Ain’t nothing to it (nothin' to it) real one (real one)

Ain’t nothing to it (nothin' to it) I boss

Ohhh, real one

Uh, I’m a boss

Oh oh oh oh ohhh, oh yeah

Ain’t nothing to it, I bossed up out my momma whip

My great-great-grandchildren already rich

That’s a lot of brown chil’ren on your Forbes list

Frolickin' around my compound on my fortress, boss (boss, boss, boss)

Ohh, I be ridin' 'round with my seat reclinin'

Droppin' my daughter off at school every morning

We slammin' car doors

I be true ballin' on these bum whores

You ain’t talkin' 'bout nothing, I ain’t got no time, boss

Chill, tell them paps they gotta relax (you tried it!)

Toes in the sand, momma gettin' fat (snack)

Ain’t nothing to it (nothin' to it) real one (real one)

Ain’t nothing to it (nothin' to it) boss (boss)

Ain’t nothing to it (nothin' to it) real one (real one)

Ain’t nothing to it (nothin' to it) I boss

Ooh, real one

Uh, I’m a boss

Oh oh oh oh ohhh, oh yeah

Ohhh, ohh, I’m a boss

Shout out to Rumi and Sir, love, Blue