BO$$ DJ Pharris (Ft. G Herbo & Young Dolph)

[Chorus: Project Pat & Young Dolph]
Show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn?
Show 'em, show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn? (DJ Pharris, this Chicago, nigga)
I'ma show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn?
Niggas robbin', niggas bangin', niggas slangin' down here (It's Dolph)

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
Niggas robbin', niggas slangin'
Gangbangin' 'round here (Yeah)
I woke up this morning, got bored
Then said fuck it, went spent a mil
I got too many spots, I forgot where I live (Ayy)
Besides a hollow tip, I ain't got shit to give (Nah)
She gone on the pills (Yeah), I'm gone on the mils (Yeah)
I still got deals (Yeah), where my vacuum seal? (Uh)
70K for a plain jane Patek (Philippe)
I might pull up on your bitch in a Chevy (Skrrt)
Walkin' with a limp 'cause my pockets real heavy (Trap)
Give you fifty pounds, see how fast you can sell it (Trap)
Meet me at Harold's Chicken on 87 (Trap)
Parked in the drop on the side by the docks (Fishin')
VVS rocks (Hey), all in my watch (Hey)
Real trap nigga, bitch, this is why I'm hot
Hah, fucked your bitch and her friend on the yacht
Cartiers on (Swag), finger on the Glock (Fire)
Yeah, that bitch bad, but she still a thot
Fuck her from the back 'til she beg me to stop (Uh)
Born in Chiraq (Yeah), got rich in Memphis (Yeah)
Move like John Gotti, but I keep it pimpin'
Prometh' with codeine, yeah, that's what I'm sippin' (Dirty)
Fifty a show and he still independent
Millions and millions on top of more millions
That's Paper Route Business, yeah, Paper Route Business
We shoot to kill, nah, we ain't missin' (Nah)
My whole closet, it was made in Italy (Swag)
Slam dunk a hundred pack like Michael Finley