Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Bosses and Workers’ by A Boogie wit da Hoodie. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A Boogie wit da Hoodie or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Yeah, huh (yeah)
(Chris Ro$e gon’ be the reason we gon’ blow, boom)
There’s a difference between bosses and workers
I’m in the mountains, I can’t get no service
Just walked in the patron and made me a purchase
F*ck the pussy, want the head like a turban
It’s one thing for sure and it’s two things for certain
Carry that nine on me like it’s a Birkin
I won’t go in the club if I know that they searchin’
I love the attention, I took off the curtains
I love the attention, I wanna get spotted
She love a nigga that’s stuntin’, I got it
But she want a nigga that come and divide it (what?)
I’m thinkin’ and I’ma decide it (I’m thinkin’ and I’ma decide it)
Since when I come out of pocket for bitches
I been knew were runnin’ ’round thottin’? (Thot)
20K with me and I was just shoppin’ (shop)
If it get slippery, I’m pickin’ cotton
Trap in the A with me, we just hit Onyx (hit Onyx)
He down to spurt with me, that’s my accomplice (my accomplice)
Please don’t harrass me, whatever you ask me
Just watch what you say to me, I’m too iconic (just watch what you say)
I fucked this lil’ baddie, she callin’ me daddy
Now she tryna stay with me like she adopted (callin’ me daddy)
Tryna record when you lay with me
Lil’ bitch, you better not play with me
Ho, be reminded (yeah, yeah, yeah)
(What kind of movie you did?)
I just made a horror flick, me and Blac Chyna was star in it
(And what you gon’ do at the Grammys?)
Ferrar’ at the Grammys, I roll up and light my cigar in it (yeah)
My wrist cotton candy, got whips like a carnival
She get amused when I’m parkin’ it (ha)
A nigga so fancy, I cut all the bargaining
F*ck it, I Louis’d the cardigan
I bought all this jewelry from marketing, yeah
I know I’m the one that they targeting, yeah
It never bothered ’em
I see the way that we move just needed some sharpening, yeah (needed some sharpening)
Ain’t no more borrowing
Nigga, I paid for my jewels, my water be sparklin’, yeah (my water be sparklin’)
Who tryna spar with him?
I go rockstar on ’em, hop out and break the guitar on ’em, yeah
There’s a difference between bosses and workers
I’m in the mountains, I can’t get no service
Just walked in the patron and made me a purchase
F*ck the pussy, want the head like a turban
It’s one thing for sure and it’s two things for certain
Carry that nine on me like it’s a Birkin
I won’t go in the club if I know that they searchin’
I love the attention, I took off the curtains
Just a couple young niggas defyin’ the odds
Probably ain’t think we would make it this far
Walk in the bank, tell the teller withdrawal
I just want blue crispy hundreds, that’s all
I want that coupe that’s two hundred or more
Hit the gas, watch it leap like a frog
Sippin’ drink, my double cup full of raw
Double C’s, hoppin’ out the double R
No feelings involved, just want it all
Switched up the cars, no rented cars
F*ck up charge, get off my balls
Money involved, give the lawyer a call
All of my broads ain’t really mine
They could be yours, nigga, who knows?
Got mama a crib, three car garage
She don’t even drive but she on the go
I run it up, straight out the mud
I got a job, I’m not a fraud
When I’m in the mall they think I’m a scammer
Punchin’ it up like a percussion
These niggas is sure, make me wanna uptight
Just give me the word, back up, I’m gone
If you want the bird, trap in the trap
I front you the work, I’m down as a don
But I need it back, mm
And I cannot f*ck with no ratatouille, that’s a fact
I can’t f*ck with no rat, mm
Niggas start talkin’ too crazy
All over my nine, I’m hangin’ my jack, mm
I got a bitch out in Cali
Not even my bitch but she just got me tattooed
I don’t deserve her
I swear to God, there’s a difference between bosses and workers
There’s a difference between bosses and workers
I’m in the mountains, I can’t get no service
Just walked in the patron and made me a purchase
F*ck the pussy, want the head like a turban
It’s one thing for sure and it’s two things for certain
Carry that nine on me like it’s a Birkin
I won’t go in the club if I know that they searchin’
I love the attention, I took off the curtains