Had it bad why they mad
Now they want what I have
Yeah the bag gettin' fat
Ima need to get a staff
Made it far so fast I ain't slowin' down I ain't lookin' back naw
Where I'm at naw barely ever see the past at all
Inside of my brain, money in a monologue,
Rich nigga dialogue, thinkin' boss thoughts
Private space on the plane, premium in my car,
Can't run out of sauce, cause I'm in charge
Thought of switching directions, end up switching the perception
Nigga I ain't have no money I was out there countin' my blessings
Now I wanna party all night this late night life can get obsessive
Woke up to next to a baddy she said daddy I'm so congested
She wanna do it all over again I must protest it
I love having fun but I do not love it more than progression
You leave me numb when I leave, don't be stressin'
Work this much so you ain't gotta work don't get defensive
Nigga once told me I lost my touch I turned into a detective
I found out I had it right after I found my intention
I'm touching these young niggas
They don't have no direction
I'm starting to think that rich or poor is your own reflection
I'm takin a record I'm knockin it out like TKO
Every night I fall asleep its like PTO
Put it on autopilot but it look like I'm hittin' the turbo
They just want me to fail but I love it tho
Had it bad why they mad
Now they want what I have
Yeah the bag gettin' fat
Ima need to get a staff
Made it far so fast I ain't slowin' down I ain't lookin' back naw
Where I'm at naw barely ever see the past at all
Inside of my brain, money in a monologue
Rich nigga dialogue, thinkin' boss thoughts
Private space on the plane, premium in my car
Can't run out of sauce, cause I'm in charge
Aaron Austin - Boss Thoughts Lyrics
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Had it bad why they mad
Now they want what I have
Yeah the bag gettin' fat
Ima need to get a staff
Made it far so fast I ain't slowin' down I ain't lookin' back naw
Where I'm at naw barely ever see the past at all
Inside of my brain, money in a monologue,
Rich nigga dialogue, thinkin' boss thoughts
Private space on the plane, premium in my car,
Can't run out of sauce, cause I'm in charge
Thought of switching directions, end up switching the perception
Nigga I ain't have no money I was out there countin' my blessings
Now I wanna party all night this late night life can get obsessive
Woke up to next to a baddy she said daddy I'm so congested
She wanna do it all over again I must protest it
I love having fun but I do not love it more than progression
You leave me numb when I leave, don't be stressin'
Work this much so you ain't gotta work don't get defensive
Nigga once told me I lost my touch I turned into a detective
I found out I had it right after I found my intention
I'm touching these young niggas
They don't have no direction
I'm starting to think that rich or poor is your own reflection
I'm takin a record I'm knockin it out like TKO
Every night I fall asleep its like PTO
Put it on autopilot but it look like I'm hittin' the turbo
They just want me to fail but I love it tho
Had it bad why they mad
Now they want what I have
Yeah the bag gettin' fat
Ima need to get a staff
Made it far so fast I ain't slowin' down I ain't lookin' back naw
Where I'm at naw barely ever see the past at all
Inside of my brain, money in a monologue
Rich nigga dialogue, thinkin' boss thoughts
Private space on the plane, premium in my car
Can't run out of sauce, cause I'm in charge
Now they want what I have
Yeah the bag gettin' fat
Ima need to get a staff
Made it far so fast I ain't slowin' down I ain't lookin' back naw
Where I'm at naw barely ever see the past at all
Inside of my brain, money in a monologue,
Rich nigga dialogue, thinkin' boss thoughts
Private space on the plane, premium in my car,
Can't run out of sauce, cause I'm in charge
Thought of switching directions, end up switching the perception
Nigga I ain't have no money I was out there countin' my blessings
Now I wanna party all night this late night life can get obsessive
Woke up to next to a baddy she said daddy I'm so congested
She wanna do it all over again I must protest it
I love having fun but I do not love it more than progression
You leave me numb when I leave, don't be stressin'
Work this much so you ain't gotta work don't get defensive
Nigga once told me I lost my touch I turned into a detective
I found out I had it right after I found my intention
I'm touching these young niggas
They don't have no direction
I'm starting to think that rich or poor is your own reflection
I'm takin a record I'm knockin it out like TKO
Every night I fall asleep its like PTO
Put it on autopilot but it look like I'm hittin' the turbo
They just want me to fail but I love it tho
Had it bad why they mad
Now they want what I have
Yeah the bag gettin' fat
Ima need to get a staff
Made it far so fast I ain't slowin' down I ain't lookin' back naw
Where I'm at naw barely ever see the past at all
Inside of my brain, money in a monologue
Rich nigga dialogue, thinkin' boss thoughts
Private space on the plane, premium in my car
Can't run out of sauce, cause I'm in charge
Writer: Aaron Austin
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