Текст песни Boom

Fli City's flyest, Jus Hustle...

And you already know the label I claim

Big motherfuckin' Game...

[Verse 1]

Money on my mind let me meditate

On my grind all the time, I don't hesitate

I'm fly but my pockets not featherweight (I'm fly)

I'm fly motherfucka I can levitate

Went straight from the shoebox into the bank

Went straight from the corner to a quarter cake (cake)

Two glocks and a quarter 8, interstate

Bringin' something back like I'm Timberlake

Tryna put a meal on my dinnerplate

Mils on my wheel and some realestate

Most city's niggas' ain't real they just really fake

About to blow up and make they phony disintegrate

You ain't my homie and no we don't affiliate

No we don't associate, tryna stop me is like stopping Koby?

That's supposed to when my balls all in your face (hey)

And the hook is supposed to go here but wait

I'ma cook the only rules I follow is the ones I make

I mean business mixtape second shift not second place bitch

Because my second race and I'm tryna beat my last record

So I ain't gon' let second waste no second take

First run get this verse done accelerate and celebrate

When I'm the first one to break the ribbon when I finish spittin great

And I'm...

[Chorus]

Big gamin', Big chain swangin' 45 aimin' fast money fast lane

Northside be the side I'm claimin'

Goin' down the street and the beat keep bangin'... like...
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[Verse 2]

Hey...

All I know is fast money go figure, gettin' fast money go figure?

Got to break the flow down for slow niggas

But I don't slow down for no nigga, fast ballin' like a pro pitcher

Go getta getter doe getta hoe getta

And motherfucka robba chop ya and the robba wit'cha

More choppas' then?, they hate when you about to get richer

But bitch I'm...

[Chorus]

Big gamin', Big chain swangin' 45 aimin' fast money fast lane

Northside be the side I'm claimin'

Goin' down the street and the beat keep bangin'... like...

Boom (boom) Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom (boom)

Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom (boom) Boom Boom

Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom (boom) Boom Boom Boom

[Verse 3]

I'll fucking freestyle... hey...

I am the illest blowin' off the strawberry cough like filles

I'm high man I feel it...

Come up with dope quotes hits the studio?

Straight out to murder mit and big game and big willin

I am the hottest and fuck being moddest

If you go it then you got it, might as well keep it honest

And I'ma make a promise...

I promise to keep dead presidents in my pockets

And ball like I just got drafted to the rockets

And I think right here is where I'll stop it