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BossMan Dlow - Ain't Easy (Lyrics) ft. G Herbo
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🎵 Lyrics:
Big Za the biggest fuckin' shark in that water
Don't ever fuckin' forget, n***a
What the fuck you talkin' 'bout, n***a?
(I told Luh Ron I need some shit that got some bounce)
[Chorus: BossMan Dlow]
Broke boy speakin' on me (Huh?), you ain't worth my time, n***a
I jumped out and went and got everything that's mine, n***a
One thing 'bout shinin' hard, can't skip the grind, n***a
Not a soul in this globe like me you can find, n***a
In these streets, ain't no one foot out and one foot in
And one thing 'bout work, you get what you put in
I throw them Carti frames on, boy, they can't see me
Everything too hard, boy, ain't shit easy
[Verse 1: BossMan Dlow]
My watch say, "Bling-blaow, it's time to do it"
He talk about getting money, my kind of music
I know times get hard, just keep grinding through it
Being broke in everybody business is not amusing
Stayed down, thank you, God, know I prayed for this shit
Invested in it, lost it quickly, caught a case for this shit
Double R, stars in the ceiling, I'm outer space in this bitch
It ain't gon' fall in your lap, n***a, you gotta get up and chase that shit
Broke-ass n***a can't get no money, you better stop all that playin'
No, bae, I can't buy you nothin', baby girl, I'm not your man
Real shooters, for a thousand dollars, they'll march like a band
I'm the type, know you've been talkin' shit 'bout me, I don't show my hand
Keep it street, don't talk to the police, that's how it's supposed to be
If you ain't make no money today, you shouldn't even go to sleep
I'm the type, when it's time to pay the plug, it's all there
Type of n***a don't ask for nun', I'll go and get it myself
[Chorus: BossMan Dlow]
Broke boy speakin' on me (Huh?), you ain't worth my time, n***a
I jumped out and went and got everything that's mine, n***a
One thing 'bout shinin' hard, can't skip the grind, n***a
Not a soul in this globe like me you can find, n***a
In these streets, ain't no one foot out and one foot in
And one thing 'bout work, you get what you put in
I throw them Carti frames on, boy, they can't see me
Everything too hard, boy, ain't shit easy
[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Ayy, all my real n****s stand up
It's a go, make a toast to all the M's I ran up
All my bros rockin' Rollies, and our Glocks don't jam up
Pullin' up Bentley trucks, 'Rari trucks, brand new Lamb' trucks
Neck 350, that's a fact, this ain't even my hardest kit
I'm like a kennel, n***a, no bap, I got all the dog shit
Scrape the paint up on the Track, same day I bought that bitch
I'm at the studio in the 'Raq, even though I'm a walkin' lick
Who want smoke? I'll get shit smacked, lot of rappers can't talk like this
All my savages want racks, who the fuck you think taught 'em this?
'Bout to grab a new Maybach, I've been grinding since way back
Got the labels on my line, tryna sign a supermax (What up?)
I'm so turnt, I can't even stress, out here earnin', can't even rest
Hundred million, I've been learnin' how to make that off investments
I put wifey in the best shit, switch up Birkins out like dresses
You go Porsche 9-11, I whip GT3 RS's, swerve
[Chorus: BossMan Dlow]
Broke boy speakin' on me (Huh?), you ain't worth my time, n***a
I jumped out and went and got everything that's mine, n***a
One thing 'bout shinin' hard, can't skip the grind, n***a
Not a soul in this globe like me you can find, n***a
In these streets, ain't no one foot out and one foot in
And one thing 'bout work, you get what you put in
I throw them Carti frames on, boy, they can't see me
Everything too hard, boy, ain't shit easy
BossMan Dlow - Ain't Easy (Lyrics) ft. G Herbo
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🎵 Lyrics:
Big Za the biggest fuckin' shark in that water
Don't ever fuckin' forget, n***a
What the fuck you talkin' 'bout, n***a?
(I told Luh Ron I need some shit that got some bounce)
[Chorus: BossMan Dlow]
Broke boy speakin' on me (Huh?), you ain't worth my time, n***a
I jumped out and went and got everything that's mine, n***a
One thing 'bout shinin' hard, can't skip the grind, n***a
Not a soul in this globe like me you can find, n***a
In these streets, ain't no one foot out and one foot in
And one thing 'bout work, you get what you put in
I throw them Carti frames on, boy, they can't see me
Everything too hard, boy, ain't shit easy
[Verse 1: BossMan Dlow]
My watch say, "Bling-blaow, it's time to do it"
He talk about getting money, my kind of music
I know times get hard, just keep grinding through it
Being broke in everybody business is not amusing
Stayed down, thank you, God, know I prayed for this shit
Invested in it, lost it quickly, caught a case for this shit
Double R, stars in the ceiling, I'm outer space in this bitch
It ain't gon' fall in your lap, n***a, you gotta get up and chase that shit
Broke-ass n***a can't get no money, you better stop all that playin'
No, bae, I can't buy you nothin', baby girl, I'm not your man
Real shooters, for a thousand dollars, they'll march like a band
I'm the type, know you've been talkin' shit 'bout me, I don't show my hand
Keep it street, don't talk to the police, that's how it's supposed to be
If you ain't make no money today, you shouldn't even go to sleep
I'm the type, when it's time to pay the plug, it's all there
Type of n***a don't ask for nun', I'll go and get it myself
[Chorus: BossMan Dlow]
Broke boy speakin' on me (Huh?), you ain't worth my time, n***a
I jumped out and went and got everything that's mine, n***a
One thing 'bout shinin' hard, can't skip the grind, n***a
Not a soul in this globe like me you can find, n***a
In these streets, ain't no one foot out and one foot in
And one thing 'bout work, you get what you put in
I throw them Carti frames on, boy, they can't see me
Everything too hard, boy, ain't shit easy
[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Ayy, all my real n****s stand up
It's a go, make a toast to all the M's I ran up
All my bros rockin' Rollies, and our Glocks don't jam up
Pullin' up Bentley trucks, 'Rari trucks, brand new Lamb' trucks
Neck 350, that's a fact, this ain't even my hardest kit
I'm like a kennel, n***a, no bap, I got all the dog shit
Scrape the paint up on the Track, same day I bought that bitch
I'm at the studio in the 'Raq, even though I'm a walkin' lick
Who want smoke? I'll get shit smacked, lot of rappers can't talk like this
All my savages want racks, who the fuck you think taught 'em this?
'Bout to grab a new Maybach, I've been grinding since way back
Got the labels on my line, tryna sign a supermax (What up?)
I'm so turnt, I can't even stress, out here earnin', can't even rest
Hundred million, I've been learnin' how to make that off investments
I put wifey in the best shit, switch up Birkins out like dresses
You go Porsche 9-11, I whip GT3 RS's, swerve
[Chorus: BossMan Dlow]
Broke boy speakin' on me (Huh?), you ain't worth my time, n***a
I jumped out and went and got everything that's mine, n***a
One thing 'bout shinin' hard, can't skip the grind, n***a
Not a soul in this globe like me you can find, n***a
In these streets, ain't no one foot out and one foot in
And one thing 'bout work, you get what you put in
I throw them Carti frames on, boy, they can't see me
Everything too hard, boy, ain't shit easy
