Quality Control – Bosses Don’t Speak Lyrics

[Intro]
Can’t go out there playin’ when you see us young rich niggas
Droppin’ straight cash on whips, flooded ice
I know you like, “How the fuck these niggas got so much drip?”
Hundred thousand dollar watches
Three point five million dollar cribs and shit
Check the Forbes list, nigga

[Chorus: Offset]
I’m in the coupe, fo’ sho (skrr)
Candy coat (candy)
Maison Margiela my coat (Maison)
I’m on froze (I’m on ice)
Put a lil bitch on the cold (woo)
Anna Nicole (Anna Nicole)
Everything glitter ain’t gold (gold)
You’re gettin’ exposed (you gettin’ exposed)
Hop in the frog and leap (leap)
Patek Philippe (Patek Philippe)
Servin’ them dummy bricks (brick)
I get them for cheap (I got ’em for low)
Hop in the Wraith and I creep (skrr)
Massage the seats (massage the seats)
I got the racks in the brief (racks)
Bosses don’t speak (nah)

[Verse 1: Offset]
All of my bitch ain’t a hundred (no)
Oh yeah, my wrist cost a hundred (hundred)
Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds (hundreds)
I’ll take your life for this money (brrt)
I took the top of the coupe, it’s insane (woo)
I did this shit for the pain (pain)
Boarding a private plane (plane)
Audemar Pig’ with the skeleton plain (woo)
Put her on X, put her on percs (perky)
There go Set, baller alert (brrt)
Don’t sip liquor, I’m only on syrup (nah, mud)
Put the dope in your hand, want the money on the first (yeah)
I got a bag of the lotto, the cookie, the sherbert (bag)
It’s a murder on the Nawf and they try to put me in the verdict
I got the birdies, ballin’ like Julius Erving (brrt)
Cookin’ it early, dope get to singin’ like Shirley
Got thirties on thirties, we callin’ them thirties Steph Curry
Don’t talk to me dirty ’cause my niggas goin’ seven thirty
Gave her the pink molly, told a bitch yeah it’s Kirby (molly)
I’ma just fuck her three times and then I’ma curve it (smash, smash)
Oh my God, she said her feelings is hurtin’ (oh my God, woah)
Shut the fuck up lil’ thotty, suck it and slurp it (shh, shh, ehh)
Where was everybody when I was just hurtin’? (where, where)
Only the gang survived, it’s family first

[Chorus: Offset]
I’m in the coupe, fo’ sho (skrr)
Candy coat (candy)
Maison Margiela my coat (Maison)
I’m on froze (I’m on ice)
Put a lil bitch on the cold (woo)
Anna Nicole (Anna Nicole)
Everything glitter ain’t gold (gold)
You’re gettin’ exposed (you gettin’ exposed)
Hop in the frog and leap (leap)
Patek Philippe (Patek Philippe)
Servin’ them dummy bricks (brick)
I get them for cheap (I got ’em for low)
Hop in the Wraith and I creep (skrr)
Massage the seats (massage the seats)
I got the racks in the brief (racks)
Bosses don’t speak (nah)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
(Quavo)
Oh my God, I bought a foreign and Dodge (oh my God)
Oh my God, I had a foreign menage (oh my, oh my God)
Oh my God, thought you were real, you ‘flauge
Bullets fly and then you flee, nigga we seen your heart
Iced teeth (ice), cellphone beep (brrt, brrt)
Fight me, body bag sheets (body bag)
Am I geeked? Bitch I might be (stupid bitch)
Chanel seats, mansion twelve thousand square feet (yeah)
Once I beat, I tell that bitch to stay away from me (beat it)
I’m not talkin’ ’bout no thot, I’m talkin’ your favorite piece (I am)
I came from the Nawf then jumped into the Major League (I did)
You ain’t never drove this valet so I keep the key
Said she can’t leave without her friend, I got them knee to knee
When you rich like me, this is what it’s s’posed to be (you do)
Can’t get close to me (no)
Backwoods, roll the leaf (roll it)
I done survived some beef (survived)
Now I can massage my seats (massage)

[Chorus: Offset]
I’m in the coupe, fo’ sho (skrr)
Candy coat (candy)
Maison Margiela my coat (Maison)
I’m on froze (I’m on ice)
Put a lil bitch on the cold (woo)
Anna Nicole (Anna Nicole)
Everything glitter ain’t gold (gold)
You’re gettin’ exposed (you gettin’ exposed)
Hop in the frog and leap (leap)
Patek Philippe (Patek Philippe)
Servin’ them dummy bricks (brick)
I get them for cheap (I got ’em for low)
Hop in the Wraith and I creep (skrr)
Massage the seats (massage the seats)
I got the racks in the brief (racks)
Bosses don’t speak (nah)

K Camp – Family Matters

[Verse 1]
Was in LA for a minute
Then I came back to the city
Copped the watch then I dropped 50
In the drop push a buck 50
I got hoes that I kept around
I got some that I let go
Fill the wood with the petro
Misunderstood and I’m cutthroat

[Bridge]
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
You’ll never catch no suckas with me
Grandma sick and its fuckin’ with me
Mama stressin’ and its fuckin’ with me

[Verse 2]
I’m just tryna get my mind right
Was in the dark but I found light
Blessings come when the time right
30k for the time right
30k for a new bitch
He don’t know what to do with it
All that nigga do is pillow talk
And imma fuckin’ act a fool with it
Imma fuckin’ act a fool with it
New crib got a pool in it
Hella paper go to school with it
Suck my dick and baby drool with it

[Hook]
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
You’ll never catch no suckas with me
I ain’t met a nigga fuckin’ with me
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me

[Verse 2]
Most them niggas was my niggas then
Most them niggas ain’t my niggas now
My shit get real will you stick around
I know niggas that let me down
I be flexin on purpose
Bitch I’m hungry and lurkin
Feel like Julius Erving
Getting head in a suburban
Top back and I’m swerving
Top back you can’t top that
Got me feelin’ like Pac back
I got niggas that’ll cock back
Too much pressure you can’t start that
I’m out of mind
Too many bitches, out on the town
Wish I could rewind, and back in the days
When niggas was normal
But this shit isn’t normal
Louis my loafers, Gucci my thermal
No it ain’t formal
Me without cash, that is abnormal
My bitch is bad you know she ain’t normal
You know she ain’t normal

[Hook]
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
You’ll never catch no suckas with me
I ain’t met a nigga fuckin’ with me
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me

[Outro]
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
You’ll never catch no suckas with me
I ain’t met a nigga fuckin’ with me
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
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