Letras:
The Click Boss Baller

give 'em what they want Hoes wanna affiliate they self with the shot caller Cause they know I'm a baller I'm representin' nathan but the V Click shit,

: (feat. Trina, & Young Boss) (What would the music be without sounds) [Pitbull:] Young Boss, Miss Trina, Pitbull Let's show them how we keep down

wrong I ain't right at all I young money a car I just write it off I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm my own click I would say fuck ya but go and get ya

bust the car with fifteens till yo shitt lean Deliver sixteens to yo misceens 12 to yo geans that every nigga in yo click seen Man I heard every nigga in yo click

kill us with a clip One slug hit my lung, you could feel it when I spit I'm a Hillside Scrambler, the widest in the click Watch Ugodz-Illa set fire to

Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free Dizzy with eternity Paint it with a skin of sky, brush in some clouds and sea Call it home for

move on tracks while I smoke a twenty sack Who said the E can't rock? That's bullshit Suck my dick and get a big fat lick of my balls You wanna brawl

boys Always chased a penny, copped quarter waters Tried to make a dollar chased my pop's boss daughters Tryin to make my name, global, in all four corners Philly baller

mine Homies, homies (Man, that's my dawg) Have you ever had a job that you truly despise? Like I don't know maybe dish washin' or fuckin' flippin' fries And you got this boss