[Mr. Fool Up]
Yea, we got Zaytoven on the muthafuckin' beat (Zay-tiggy)
Young Scooter, Killa Skip, me myself (who that is?)
It's yo boy, Mr. Fool Up
Shoutout to all my muthafuckin road runners out there, though
We be runnin' the mu'fuckin streets, dough
All we know is grindin and that's how we is
[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
My cellphone ringing yea I know the number (naw)
Last thing I heard nigga was an informer (he were)
Shot a text to my phone like he need two (damn)
Tell em what 'chu want, nigga, I ain't served you (naw)
When you get street money, that's what you go through (tax-free)
I got bricks too (bricks), you know what I do (yea)
Rest in peace, and Phatty, (Boosie?) beat his case
Phatt told me 'fore he died my music make em take it
They grindin in the truck, and it's alot of {cake?} (salute)
Dead presidents equal murder cases (yea)
That's if you in the streets, em niggas ain't playin' (uh-uh)
It takes a whole lot to be a Bossman!
[Hook: Mr Fool Up and crew]
We some Road Runners (yea), We stay runnin' all the time
On the road doing shows, then it's right back to the grind
We still busy, nigga (yea), chasing after doller signs
Aww, this {judge?] makin my money multiply, everyday we countin' up
5's, 10's, 20's, 50's and them 100's (count it out)
Break down sales, (like?) we're print money, (count it out)
It takes a lot to be a boss in the streets
I'm countin' money, even when I go to sleep
Everyday I'm counting up
Yea, we got Zaytoven on the muthafuckin' beat (Zay-tiggy)
Young Scooter, Killa Skip, me myself (who that is?)
It's yo boy, Mr. Fool Up
Shoutout to all my muthafuckin road runners out there, though
We be runnin' the mu'fuckin streets, dough
All we know is grindin and that's how we is
[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
My cellphone ringing yea I know the number (naw)
Last thing I heard nigga was an informer (he were)
Shot a text to my phone like he need two (damn)
Tell em what 'chu want, nigga, I ain't served you (naw)
When you get street money, that's what you go through (tax-free)
I got bricks too (bricks), you know what I do (yea)
Rest in peace, and Phatty, (Boosie?) beat his case
Phatt told me 'fore he died my music make em take it
They grindin in the truck, and it's alot of {cake?} (salute)
Dead presidents equal murder cases (yea)
That's if you in the streets, em niggas ain't playin' (uh-uh)
It takes a whole lot to be a Bossman!
[Hook: Mr Fool Up and crew]
We some Road Runners (yea), We stay runnin' all the time
On the road doing shows, then it's right back to the grind
We still busy, nigga (yea), chasing after doller signs
Aww, this {judge?] makin my money multiply, everyday we countin' up
5's, 10's, 20's, 50's and them 100's (count it out)
Break down sales, (like?) we're print money, (count it out)
It takes a lot to be a boss in the streets
I'm countin' money, even when I go to sleep
Everyday I'm counting up
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