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BossMan Dlow - Hit Lyrics Video by Rap Samurai We aim to bring you the highest quality lyrics for your favorite songs! Download / Stream:    • BossMan Dlow - Hit Ft. Gucci Mane (Officia...   🔔 Turn on the bell to be the first to listen to your favorite music! :) • BossMan Dlow: - ‪@bossmandlow‬ 🎵 Lyrics: [Intro] (Thanks, Yakree) Uh Yeah, yeah Count that dough, put that over there, let's get it right, you hear me? (Big Za) [Chorus] I'm a shit talker, I'm a shit popper (Shit popper) He got money problems, he ain't got a thousand dollars (Got a thousand dollars) We some real trappers, we get real active (Real active) Say your pockets smaller, she only fuck with ballers (Real ballers) Countin' blue hundreds, then I rubber band it, boy (Rubber band it, boy) In the club throwin' ones left-handed, boy (Left-handed, boy) Let me grab that ass, baby, so I know it's real (Come here, baby) Ayy, you broke, boy, you ain't got no business over here (Why you over here?) [Verse 1] Rich ni**a preference, that's a great selection (Great selection) Babygirl exhausted, she looking for the bosses (For the bosses) Neck goin' stupid, wrist too icy, ni**a (Bling) Say she want Louis, say she tired of Nike, ni**a (ni**a) Maybach cost a quarter, I'm eatin' steak and oyster (Yeah) I like Rolls-Royces, got too many choices (Yeah) You wanna win, call us, wake up, fuck the mall up (ni**a) Every car fogged up and my pockets clogged up (Yeah) I don't wanna rap with you, boy, I got shit to do (I got shit to do) Dog shit in a two-seater, this a chicken coupe (This a chicken coupe) Put a hundred in my mouth, I just left Johnny, huh (Bling, bling) Big Za in the club, it's a damn tsunami (Big Za) [Chorus] I'm a shit talker, I'm a shit popper (Shit popper) He got money problems, he ain't got a thousand dollars (Got a thousand dollars) We some real trappers, we get real active (Real active) Say your pockets smaller, she only fuck with ballers (Real ballers) Countin' blue hundreds, then I rubber band it, boy (Rubber band it, boy) In the club throwin' ones left-handed, boy (Left-handed, boy) Let me grab that ass, baby, so I know it's real (Come here, baby) Ayy, you broke, boy, you ain't got no business over here (Why you over here? Go) [Verse 2] I got real paper, real tall paper (Uh) I hide my money in the wall, I call it wallpaper (Damn) I only smoke flavors and all my suits tailored I got my neighbors mad 'cause my house bigger than my neighbors' (Facts) I'm a rich ni**a, I need a rich bitch Shorty seen the Wop, she's tryna risk it (Mwah) Drop-top Ferrari, so you know the top is off (Off) She say she scared of spiders, so I had to drop her off (Go) I ain't got no worries, I got rich-ni**a problems (Problems) And when it come to poppin', I'm like Orville Redenbacher (Poppin') Part-time rapper, full-time shit talker Can I touch, see if it's real, bae? 'Cause that shit wobblin' (It's Gucci) [Chorus] I'm a shit talker, I'm a shit popper (Shit popper) He got money problems, he ain't got a thousand dollars (Got a thousand dollars, well, damn) We some real trappers, we get real active (Real active, active) Say your pockets smaller, she only fuck with ballers (Ballers) Countin' blue hundreds, then I rubber band it, boy (Rubber band it, boy) In the club throwin' ones left-handed, boy (Left-handed, boy, Wop) Let me grab that ass, baby, so I know it's real (Come here, baby) Ayy, you broke, boy, you ain't got no business over here (Why you over here? Go, go, go, go) #BossManDlow #GucciMane #Rap