S3Huncho & Big3Guapo - Nothing 2 Lose

She need a Audemar
& a Philippe Patek
Gotta get it by any means she running up a check
She pop Dom Pérignon
Then pop a Percocet
She got tired of fuckin' niggas callin' her collect
She wanna boss
She see the way that I move
She wanna boss
She ain't got nothing to lose
She wanna boss
She done had to many fools
She wanna boss
Somebody breakin' the rules
Shorty want a nigga who gone catch it when she throw it back
Told her when it's time to get to work there ain't no holdin' back
She know i'm that nigga gettin' money, shorty noticed that
Lately all my money doubled up, there ain't no foldin' that
Carry my own stick, uh
No you can not hold my strap
She always be fucken' with them niggas that be known to cap
We known to rap, been totin' straps
I ain't with the instagram
These niggas they insta fans
Baby girl come get your mans
I ain't with the beefin' cause these niggas go on Twitter rants
He ain't talkin' bout no money moves my call I disconnect
I only pulled up to collect
Shorty tryna pay with sex
Baby I ain't into that
She trappin' off the only fans
She need a Audemar
& a Philippe Patek
Gotta get it by any means she running up a check
She pop Dom Pérignon
Then pop a Percocet
She got tired of fuckin' niggas callin' her collect
She wanna boss
She see the way that I move
She wanna boss
She ain't got nothing to lose
She wanna boss
She done had to many fools
She wanna boss
Somebody breakin' the rules
These niggas a hit a lick & get pinched, now they locked up
Me, I'm making plays oh that's yo bitch no you lost her
Henny & Percocet they turn ya boy to a monster
Busy running a check up eating steak with the lobster
Dom Pérignon cork poppin' just like a Draco
She think imma blow, told lil baby I can't go
Boss she checkin' moves big ones yeah I make those
Fake hoes I cannot give you any my pesos
She wanna boss, I'm like the Don
My money long, like how I floss
Hate when I'm gone, I pay the cost
I got the sauce, she wanna boss
I'm like the man, cash in my hand
I Randy Moss, took it & ran
Man of the house, follow the plan
She wanna boss, can't hold her hand
I get so high, sticks like the band
I been the guy, don't give a damn
I'm with the clan, I'm with the gang
I'm with yo bitch, she givin' brain
She wanna boss, I'm like the Don
My money long, like how I floss
Hate when I'm gone, I pay the cost
I got the sauce, she wanna boss
She need a Audemar
& a Philippe Patek
Gotta get it by any means she running up a check
She pop Dom Pérignon
Then pop a Percocet
She got tired of fuckin' niggas callin' her collect
She wanna boss
She see the way that I move
She wanna boss
She ain't got nothing to lose
She wanna boss
She done had too many fools
She wanna boss
Somebody breakin' the rules

Written by:
Carlos De La Luz, Patrick Lockhart III

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