“ Let It Flow “ by Boss Billionaire Lyrics
Two bad bitches said they spending the night
After we fuck I’m kicking them out
Three some baby haaaaaan
I’m on top the world
We gone get this money don’t worry we band up
Throwing so much money the club they band us
Two bad bitches I think they dancers
Dope boys hustlers this the anthem
We gone get this money don’t worry we band up
Throwing so much money the club they band us
Two bad bitches I think they dancers
All bad bitches this the anthem
She short winded
That ain’t your girl if boss hit it
But that’s another lost story
Bury that in deep soil
You do dirt and get to work shortly
You the worst shorty
How could I pass up on it
They dropped the ball and I caught it
I’m the only one scoring
On the court till I get off it
I got the sauce from my sources
My Colombian connect out in Boston
Get it from a to b in the office
Boss shit
Give the lil homies employment start up a army
Position the shooters you got to go hard body
If you kill a nigga you get him when least expected
We playing chess not checkers a head tap is check mate
Loser meet his death date
The object is to win the game
This shit insane
More excitement than blowing out brains bang
We gone get this money don’t worry we band up
Throwing so much money the club they band us
Two bad bitches I think they dancers
Dope boys hustlers this the anthem
We gone get this money don’t worry we band up
Throwing so much money the club they band us
Two bad bitches I think they dancers
All bad bitches this the anthem
Soo whoop do doop she got the nappy dugout
Pussy so good it’s bout to make a nigga bug out
Beat the pussy up like mike Tyson punch out
Who you know delivery better punchlines
Fiends around the corner and it’s looking like the punch line
I mean I’m in my prime
Prom king of the block
Back block where you get your head popped
If you ain’t right we gone make sure you get right
That’s right
We got the hoes and the bag rite
Everyday I forgot about last night
I’m on point like a flash light
I got this shit mapped out
You got to look where you see bright
What’s poppin blood what it be like
I just jot down raps I don’t rewrite
I’m on the block 24 /7 even on week nights
I’m fly first class shit we don’t do cheap flights
I’m fly just sample shit we don’t do retail
The shit I smoke is top shelf
After we fuck I’m kicking them out
Three some baby haaaaaan
I’m on top the world
We gone get this money don’t worry we band up
Throwing so much money the club they band us
Two bad bitches I think they dancers
Dope boys hustlers this the anthem
We gone get this money don’t worry we band up
Throwing so much money the club they band us
Two bad bitches I think they dancers
All bad bitches this the anthem
She short winded
That ain’t your girl if boss hit it
But that’s another lost story
Bury that in deep soil
You do dirt and get to work shortly
You the worst shorty
How could I pass up on it
They dropped the ball and I caught it
I’m the only one scoring
On the court till I get off it
I got the sauce from my sources
My Colombian connect out in Boston
Get it from a to b in the office
Boss shit
Give the lil homies employment start up a army
Position the shooters you got to go hard body
If you kill a nigga you get him when least expected
We playing chess not checkers a head tap is check mate
Loser meet his death date
The object is to win the game
This shit insane
More excitement than blowing out brains bang
We gone get this money don’t worry we band up
Throwing so much money the club they band us
Two bad bitches I think they dancers
Dope boys hustlers this the anthem
We gone get this money don’t worry we band up
Throwing so much money the club they band us
Two bad bitches I think they dancers
All bad bitches this the anthem
Soo whoop do doop she got the nappy dugout
Pussy so good it’s bout to make a nigga bug out
Beat the pussy up like mike Tyson punch out
Who you know delivery better punchlines
Fiends around the corner and it’s looking like the punch line
I mean I’m in my prime
Prom king of the block
Back block where you get your head popped
If you ain’t right we gone make sure you get right
That’s right
We got the hoes and the bag rite
Everyday I forgot about last night
I’m on point like a flash light
I got this shit mapped out
You got to look where you see bright
What’s poppin blood what it be like
I just jot down raps I don’t rewrite
I’m on the block 24 /7 even on week nights
I’m fly first class shit we don’t do cheap flights
I’m fly just sample shit we don’t do retail
The shit I smoke is top shelf