Nuthin' 2 A Boss Lyrics - Singles - Trae

Chorus (x2) 

I get money 

I get-I get money 

I get money 

It ain't nothin' to a boss n***a 

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 n***a 

I get money 

I-I-I-I get money 

I get money 

It ain't nothin' to a boss n***a 

Verse 1 (Trae) 

Picture me posted on the corner pants saggin' below my a** 

With somethin' weighin' down my pocket for people countin' my cash 

I'ma hop inside the drop and let the top down 

And squat down 

Then I'll make them pump they brakes like I'm a stop sign 

Don't doubt my 

Gangsta I got it locked down 

Houston, Texas my home 

My paint stay wetter than a b***h and this light reflects it on chrome 

And if I ever choose the wrong homie I'm good where I go 

Betta ask your favorite ghetto star how I get down on the low 

I hustle for sho' 

When I'm gettin' this doe 

You betta believe if I talk about it I got it to show 

My neck and wrist enough to drop a hater jaw to the floor 

And don't worry 'bout the price it cost b***h I got money to blow 

It's nothin' to a boss 

Chorus 

(Slim Thug over chorus) 

Get money 

It ain't nothin' to a boss n***a 

Slim Thugga 

Trae the muthaf****n' truth 

N***a this H-Town's finest 

We gettin' money n***a 

Is you gettin' money 

Verse 2 (Slim Thug) 

I make the money but don't let the money make me 

But my money make a lot of haters hate me 

Cuz I'ma shine I ain't try'na tone s*** down 

I'ma put it in they face and show I'm payed now 

I'm livin' laid now 

Used to be broke strugglin' 

'Til I got up off my a** and started straight hustlin' 

Got out and got it on my own wasn't gave nothin' 

You ain't heard that lil young n***a stay thuggin' 

Went from the streets to the beats now I'm makin' hits 

Momma happy cuz her son gettin' paid legit 

I've been the s*** man 

Before the paper came 

You can take away my money but can't take my game 

I'm a boss n***a 

Yeah 

Chorus 

Verse 3 (Trae) 

Now in the hood I'm gettin' paid slab butterfly doors 

Gettin' money just guaranteed me a bunch of fly hoes 

Some 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 the Truth you betta go ask him who the streets 

And ask him who that in the black on black with ostrich sittin' on the seat 

My money speak 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 used to tell me I was broke I told 'em not for long 

And pulled up on they a** in something that cost about 40 stacks alone 

See in these streets I'm like a president ridin' on chrome 

Saggin' in my Ceasers with my T-Shirt on 

(Gangsta) 

Like I'm a boss 

Chorus