Hit Lyrics – BossMan Dlow

Read the full Hit lyrics by BossMan Dlow along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Bossman Dlow’s music, you can also explore On The Radar Freestyle (Part 2) and Flood, two other songs by Bossman Dlow.

[Intro: BossMan Dlow]
Uh, Yeah
Yeah
Count that dough
Put it over there
Make it right

[Chorus: BossMan Dlow]
I’m a s*it talker, I’m a s*it popper
He got money problems, he ain’t got a thousand dollars
We some real trappers, we get real active
Say your pockets smaller, she only fu*k with ballers

Counting blue hundreds, then I rubber band it boy
In the club throwing ones, left handed boy
Let me grab that ass baby, so I know it’s real
Ay, you broke, boy, you ain’t got no business over here

[Verse 1: BossMan Dlow]
Rich n!gga preference, that’s a great selection
Babygirl exhausted, she looking for the bosses
Neck going stupid, wrist too icy n!gga
Say she want Louis, say she tired of Nike n!gga
Maybach cost a quarter, I’m eating steak and oyster
I like Rolls Royces, got too many choices
You wanna win, call us
Wake up, fu*k the mall up
Every car fogged up and my pockets clogged up
I don’t wanna rap with you boy, I got s*it to do
Dog s*it in a two seater, this a chicken coupe
Put a hundred in my mouth, I just left Johnny
Big Za in the club, it’s a damn tsunami (Big Za)

[Chorus: BossMan Dlow]
I’m a s*it talker, I’m a s*it popper
He got money problems, he ain’t got a thousand dollars
We some real trappers, we get real active
Say your pockets smaller, she only fu*k with ballers

Counting blue hundreds, then I rubber band it boy
In the club throwing ones, left handed boy
Let me grab that ass baby, so I know it’s real
Ay, you broke, boy, you ain’t got no business over here

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I got real paper, real tall paper
I hide my money in the wall, I call it wallpaper
I only smoke flavors and all my suits tailored
I got my neighbors mad, ’cause my house bigger than my neighbors
I’m a rich n!gga, I need a rich b!tch
Shorty seen the wop, she’s tryna risk it (Mwah)
Drop top Ferrari, so you know the top is off (Off)
She said she scared of spiders, so I had to drop her off (Go)
I ain’t got no worries, I got rich n!gga problems (Problems)
And when it comes to popping, I’m like Orville Redenbacher (Popping)
Part-time rapper, full-time s*it talker
Can I touch, see if it’s real bae, ’cause that s*it wobbling

[Chorus: BossMan Dlow]
I’m a s*it talker, I’m a s*it popper
He got money problems, he ain’t got a thousand dollars
We some real trappers, we get real active
Say your pockets smaller, she only fu*k with ballers
Counting blue hundreds, then I rubber band it boy
In the club throwing ones, left handed boy
Let me grab that ass baby, so I know it’s real
Ay, you broke, boy, you ain’t got no business over here