Yung Bleu, Rich Homie Quan - Boss Ya Life Up lyrics

Got twenty cars
I don't know which one to drive

Got twenty cars
I don't know which one to drive
Got twenty friends
I don't know which one gon' ride
I put that pressure on my back
I'm livin' life
I'm that young nigga from the streets
I'm goin' live
Boss your life up nigga, boss your life up
Boss your life up nigga, boss your life up
Boss your life up nigga, boss your life up
Boss your life up nigga, boss your life up

Money out the A-hole
Stack them blocks like lego
I ran up some bands
She gon' fuck me for this fame ho
I blew out the brains


Twenty thousand in my chain though
Trappin' in the rain
We gon' bust you like a mango
I turned myself into a boss
I'm makin' boss moves
I put my state up on my
Back so they gon' know you
Ain't need nobody to put me on
I already had the juice
I took my fam up out the hood
That's what I had to do
You got some hitters on your team
Is they gon' die with you?
Ain't nothin' but family in my clique
They open fire for Bleu
I got a deal, I kept it real
Ain't sell my soul for this
Thirty-two thousand on my neck, I'm
Goin' all over this, yeah

Got twenty cars
I don't know which one to drive
Got twenty friends
I don't know which one gon' ride
I put that pressure on my back
I'm livin' life
I'm that young nigga from the streets
I'm goin' live
Boss your life up nigga, boss your life up
Boss your life up nigga, boss your life up
Boss your life up nigga, boss your life up
Boss your life up nigga, boss your life up

I had to boss up my life
Had to cut off my friends
I had to rebound my circle
'cause them niggas pretend
I had to sacrifice the Honda just
To get me a Benz
And then I asked lord forgive me
'cause I know that I sinned but lately
I been wearin' polo tees and
They don't cost enough
Life was kind of average 'til I bossed it up
Gucci fabric me, put that Lacoste up
And he can't join the team
Because the roster full
Got a bitch off in the pen
I just be talkin' to her
I make that call, all them stars, on my way
Walkin' to it
I got these hoes smuggling drugs
Like they Boston George
I done lost count of how many
Cars in my car garage

Got twenty cars
I don't know which one to drive
Got twenty friends
I don't know which one gon' ride
I put that pressure on my back
I'm livin' life
I'm that young nigga from the streets
I'm goin' live
Boss your life up nigga, boss your life up
Boss your life up nigga, boss your life up
Boss your life up nigga, boss your life up
Boss your life up nigga, boss your life up

I'm on an island on vacation
I'm a star now bitch I got choices
I got different color cars now
Plus I'm my oldest, get too close
You know I'm drawing down
All of my people fuck with Jacque
You know it's goin' down
Twenty-two thousand on my wrist
Bitch it's a Hublot
Purple stuff out a double cup
It make me move slow you gon' be big
You play your cards right like Uno
Gucci on me now, snap a photo
I be fuckin' different hoes
I be rockin' different clothes
Ballin' like the super bowl
My Audemar super cold
Rollie presidential, whoa, go
Check my credentials, whoa
Jigging with a pistol, whoa
You gon' make me hit you up

Got twenty cars
I don't know which one to drive
Got twenty friends
I don't know which one gon' ride
I put that pressure on my back
I'm livin' life
I'm that young nigga from the streets
I'm goin' live
Boss your life up nigga, boss your life up
Boss your life up nigga, boss your life up
Boss your life up nigga, boss your life up
Boss your life up nigga, boss your life up