Chris Tucker DB.Boutabag

(Intro)
I’m boutta bag ain’t gotta ask me

(Chorus)
These niggas can’t fuck with me, niggas still salty
You can’t up dawg shit or out shit talk me
Skater boys knockin in this bitch but I’m ballin
Drop the bag off for me bitch stop stallin
Don’t you see I’m in the booth bitch stop callin
VVS diamonds when I bite down flawless
I told her how much I make she said quit flossin
Now she in these big body seats gettin bra less

(Verse 1)
They said it was gon cost to be the boss and it’s costin
It happens when I put em on my chain I get bossy
Me without a bag is like a cake without frosting
Guarantee that klock was exotic if I bought it
Guarantee that car was real fast if I bought it
Guarantee that bitch had some ass if I fucked her
Everybody knows money talks Chris Tucker
Niggas smoke kriss if hе thought I was tuckin
In this bitch all my chains on like fuck it
Cousin K pull up with a K like he russian
All I gotta do is call thе blitz they gon rush em
He thinks he’s untouchable my shooting guard touched him