First Name Boss Last Name Lady Lyrics


First Name Boss Last Name Lady Lyrics. Main song words are First Name Boss Last Name Lady You say that you a baller and I see you tryna holla But that ain’t how I was brought up, next Working for the money ’cause that’s what my mama taught me.

First Name Boss Last Name Lady Lyrics

Woah! Woah!

Every day is paydaySwipe my card, then I do the Nae NaeYou’re talking to a ladyI want a Kanye-ye, not a Ray JSo that’s a no-noI’m a Maybach and you’s a VolvoThis convo beat like Dre-eI already know whatcha tryna say

You say that you a baller and I see you tryna hollaBut that ain’t how I was brought up, nextWorking for the money ’cause that’s what my mama taught meSo your ass better show me some respect

Bo$$, Michelle ObamaPurse all heavy, getting Oprah dollarsBo$$, Michelle ObamaPurse all heavy, getting Oprah dollarsBo$$, Michelle ObamaPurse all heavy, getting Oprah dollarsBo$$, Michelle ObamaPurse all heavy, getting Oprah dollars

C-O-N-F-I-D-E-N-T, that’s me, I’m confidentDon’t want yo compliments, use common senseI’m on my Michelle Obama (Shhh)Shut your mouthBoy, I think you know who run this houseI ain’t thirsting for no bae‘Cause I already know whatcha tryna say

You say that you a baller and I see you tryna hollaBut that ain’t how I was brought up, nextWorking for the money ’cause that’s what my mama taught meSo your ass better show me some respect

Bo$$, Michelle ObamaPurse all heavy, getting Oprah dollars (Woah, oh)Bo$$, Michelle ObamaPurse all heavy, getting Oprah dollars (Woah, oh)Bo$$, Michelle ObamaPurse all heavy, getting Oprah dollars (Woo-hoo)Bo$$, Michelle ObamaPurse all heavy, getting Oprah dollars

I pledge allegiance to my independent girls in here, ooh babySo if you’re with us, come on let me hear you say, yeah, yeah, yeahUh-huh, hey, hey, uh-huh, hey, heyDa-da-da-da-da-da-da, I see you

You say that you a baller and I see you tryna hollaBut that ain’t how I was brought up, next (No-o-o-o)Working for the money ’cause that’s what my mama taught meSo your ass better show me some respect

Bo$$, Michelle ObamaPurse all heavy, getting Oprah dollarsBo$$, Michelle ObamaPurse all heavy, getting Oprah dollarsBo$$, Michelle ObamaPurse all heavy, getting Oprah dollarsBo$$, Michelle ObamaPurse all heavy, getting Oprah dollars

(Hey, hey, hey, hey)Woohoo!Oh

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Fire Squad Fast Money sh^tYeeeMy ni^^a Smoove done made it home ni^^aBoss WoodYaI’m back up in the spot and ‘m ready for mortal combatLooking for a target that I can point out and launch atni^^as ain’t that smart for coming where I be hunting atI’ma take that artery where the blood get pumped atFeed it to my K-9 companion and make her sit for meThat ain’t the only bi^^h that I’m training to do a trick for meAll I do is point wit my finger and i say sick somethingRunning through them pockets thats how I was taught to lick somethingbi^^h I’m in the field like a bell of cotton I’m too hotGoing underground with Harriet Tubman and cool outAll them ni^^as thats been making up rules get ruled outName a ni^^a that can take me to schoolSchool’s outI’ma beat em like a bully by the flag poleI pledge allegiance to being a true a^^holeI remember days when the heater was the gas stoveNow I’m calling Pyro for the beat to put that gas onYou don’t understand I got a plan for the this sh^tWe can rent a van to expand and get richAll these hoes mad get yo hands off my d^^kbi^^h I’m not of fan of trying to smash something quickAll I do is work and go home and get my bars upCheck a couple homework a^^ignments play with they momaWaiting on my cellular phone to get back charged upThen I’m back to looking for rappers who want to start somethingI done gave out more tombstones than UndertakerThey take the greatest rappers alive and under rate emYou rapper ni^^as ain’t my size they under weighed emThis how you look a bull in the eyes and ándale emThat Fire Squad Fast Money sh^t all us40 glock every hand count of 3 all bust30 clip thats a d^^k make a flick yall f^^kedTell whoever on that sided still aliveThat was luckbi^^h

I’m still on they a^^Pick a track and have a blastTell me shoot meWho still doing badBoy that paper come in bagsLikes loose leafTake a fans who embracing who I amni^^a you sleepMy first name SamLast name what I lay inside yo boo sheet

I’m back up in this bi^^h like I majored in gynecologyShooting for the stars that 40 studied astrologyI was taught get even before accepting apologiesI was 17 when I started taking my own shotsI was 23 when I started bringing that gold outI was 26 when I started taking them loans outSo in my near future I’m looking for sh^t to own nowPut me in the game my ni^^a we going virtualBetter mind yo business before I come make it personalCut through yo abdominal tissue this sh^t get surgicalHave it where yo moma tell people she never heard of youI’ma take this lil bi^^y dream and make it life sizeni^^a want to see me deceased I tell em likewiseIf I see you throwing a peace that’s the ight signIf you see me throwing a piece I’m dodging life timeYou don’t want no smoke ni^^aGa^^ed up hope u choke ni^^aThis what happen when you vigorously provoke ni^^asf^^k a rapper wrap a rapper in yellow oak ni^^aWe gone see if them Florida gators let you float ni^^aWe goSuper hard in the paint ni^^aBeast modeI’m Marshawn on that drank ni^^aKeep hoesAnd large funds in that bank ni^^aReloadIt’s Fire Squad what you thank ni^^a

I’m still on they a^^Pick a track and have a blastTell me shoot meWho still doing badBoy that paper come in bagsLikes loose leafTake a fans who embracing who I amni^^a you sleepMy first name SamLast name what I lay inside yo boo sheet

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