big boss - goldenboy countup lyrics
[intro]
mmm, yeah
goldenboy countup, baby, you know what i’m sayin’?
big chicken sh*t
whole ‘nother level
you know what i’m sayin’?
golden, yeah, n*gga
get that motherf*ckin’ money up, n*gga
goldenboy countup, boy, real hustler, n*gga, real paper chaser, n*gga
real rule on a n*gga, real trap n*gga, baby, you know what i’m sayin’?
you feel me?
[chorus]
yeah, chickens like i’m rick ross (d*mn), b*tches call me big boss (skrrt)
hundred*fifty thousand ’round my neck, this what this sh*t cost (skrrt)
b*tch, i’m ’bout that business, i be talkin’ like i’m p*ssed off
yeah, get that sack then move that sack, ain’t nothin’ to get that sh*t off
yeah, get that sh*t then spend that sh*t, ain’t sh*t to put that sh*t on
skrrt, get that sh*t then seal that sh*t, ain’t nothin’ to get that sh*t gone
yeah, boomin’ and i’m trappin’ and i’m servin’, i got six phones (skrrt)
tell your baby daddy to put that sh*t up, i got big stones (yeah)
baby, i spent real cheese, that’s why my sh*t look like glitter
walkin’ in the trap, b*tch, yeah, they gon’ say that’s that n*gga (yeah)
know they call me countup, boy, went from six to seven figures
golden not no junkie, n*gga, always been the drug dealer
[verse]
yeah, how the f*ck you broke with all these ways to get this money, n*gga?
cuban ’round my neck, big diamonds, spent a hundred, n*gga
hold up, sh*t them n*ggas doin’, ask about me, i’ve been done it, n*gga (skrrt)
chicken man, they need a hundred p’s, tell ’em run it, n*gga
hold up, don’t you give no ki’ to me, on god, i’m trappin’ that b*tch out
yeah, fifty thousand business credit, f*ck it, max that b*tch out
d*mn, i ain’t f*ck my b*tch in a lil’ minute, air that b*tch out (skrrt)
walk inside my trap, it’s fifty n*ggas with they bl!ck out
d*mn, since a jit, my mama told me, “son, you good for tv” (skrrt)
different colors shinin’ in my rain, them b*tches 3d
hold up, lock me up with any one of them n*ggas, they can’t see me
hold up, told my b*tch, “your ex*n*gga probably wanna be me”
uh, two hundred*fifty thousand in that bag, n*gga, close the door
yeah, golden, i was broker than a b*tch, grew up in that gutter
yeah, food stamps or section 8, b*tch, i grew up in that struggle (yeah)
mama told me share with all my sisters and take care of my brothers
[interlude]
n*gga, goldenboy countup, baby, you know what i’m sayin’?
real project baby
you know what i’m sayin’, real struggle baby
you know what i’m sayin’, got this sh*t out the mud, n*gga
f*ck n*ggas can’t see me, man
run that motherf*ckin’ chicken up
[chorus]
yeah, chickens like i’m rick ross (yeah), b*tches call me big boss (skrrt)
hundred*fifty thousand ’round my neck, this what this sh*t cost (skrrt)
b*tch, i’m ’bout that business, i be talkin’ like i’m p*ssed off
yeah, get that sack then move that sack, ain’t nothin’ to get that sh*t off
yeah, get that sh*t then spend that sh*t, ain’t sh*t to put that sh*t on
skrrt, get that sh*t then seal that sh*t, ain’t nothin’ to get that sh*t gone
yeah, boomin’ and i’m trappin’ and i’m servin’, i got six phones (skrrt)
tell your baby daddy to put that sh*t up, i got big stones (yeah)
baby, i spent real cheese, that’s why my sh*t look like glitter (skrrt)
walkin’ in the trap, b*tch, yeah, they gon’ say that’s that n*gga (yeah)
know they call me countup, boy, went from six to seven figures
golden not no junkie, n*gga, always been the drug dealer
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