Escucha música Bosses de Future 2025 en línea | Musica Hip Hop

Future - Bosses Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Pluto, Slime, we're about our own shit nigga
Got that bag on us right now, we trap out this bitch
King shit, yeah

[Chorus: Future]
Biggest bosses, bosses, what's the tab, what's the tab on it?
I had to gamble for this life and put my last on it
Paparazzi taking pics, I got a mac on me
Paparazzi snapping pics, I got that sack on me
Too much Fettuccine on me, you ain't never gon' make me leave
And we going crazy, crazy about that bag to say the least
Everything paid off, we dropping cash on it
I got your stash on me, it make you mad, don't it?

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
(Yeah) I got a bag on me, couple jags on me
Valet Neiman Marcus, couple bags on it (Splash)
100k a show, I just plan on it
Told that hoe to go, bounce her name, skin 'em up
I'm in a brand new 'Rari, boy, you got get your hemi up
Pour up act, got a bottle, pick that Henny up
Make a move, set 'em up, etcetera
Xanny in the champagne, nigga, big old bubbles
Biggest bosses of all bosses, make it triple double
And about paid it all the way you can't get up on us
The purses, they all by Chanel, yeah
It's our time, nigga, put it on the shelf
[Chorus: Future]
Biggest bosses, bosses, what's the tab, what's the tab on it
I had to gamble for this life and put my last on it
Paparazzi taking pics, I got a mac on me
Paparazzi snapping pics, I got that sack on me
Too much Fettuccine on me, you ain't never gon' make me leave
And we going crazy, crazy about that bag to say the least
Everything paid off, we dropping cash on it
I got your stash on me, it make you mad, don't it

[Verse 2: Future]
Everything paid off, we kill shit like Adolf Hitler
I read up on new whips and I read up on hittas
Eight figure nigga, damn, I should have played for the Clippers
King Pluto, King Slime, between us two, we'll pimp you
Five-star restaurants, they getting bought out
Put them bells in the air and cop the new sky loft, yeah
Every day I switch Margielas, niggas ain't on my level
Ain't cutting off my rebels, ain't cutting off my fellas
Sipping these lean, yeah, got me going AWOL
They cleared the scene, yeah, when they heard that K talk
Billie Jean, yeah, Patek do the moonwalk
Fuck your team, yeah, we gon' knock 'em all off

[Chorus: Future]
Biggest bosses, bosses, what's the tab, what's the tab on it?
I had to gamble for this life and put my last on it
Paparazzi taking pics, I got a mac on me
Paparazzi snapping pics, I got that sack on me
Too much Fettuccine on me, you ain't never gon' make me leave
And we going crazy, crazy about that bag to say the least
Everything paid off, we dropping cash on it
I got your stash on me, it make you mad, don't it?
[Outro: Young Thug]
Vroom, Yeah, Yeah