BYOB (Be Your Own Boss) Lyrics

Diamond Pistols Lyrics



We packin' diamond pistols!


I'm a boss, b*t*h, I don't do no clockin'
You say you runnin' sh*t, boy, you just walkin'
Top dog, downline, gets to poppin'
I done put the f**kin' game in a coffin
The 720 Off-White
The Rollie on my wrist like a dog bite
Money comin' in my sleep, you workin' long nights
But you can have this sh*t too, lemme tell you 'bout this Herbalife


They say my business illegitimate
But there's levels to this sh*t, it ain't no pyramid, uh
Why keep your funds limited?
You like the sound of money? Boy, I got the instrument
They say my business illegitimate
But there's levels to this sh*t, it ain't no pyramid
Why keep your funds limited?
You like the sound of money? Boy, I got the instrument


Yeah, I wake up when I want
J up with the boys, check my stocks
I'm self-made, b*t*h, I started at my 'rents place
I got this money and I moved into my friend's place
F**k a 9-5, I'm makin' cake
You got a boss? Boy, I can't relate
In a whip, b*t*h, I'm workin' on my tape
Perks of the gig, lemma tell you 'bout Postmates


They say what I'm doin' is a waste
I'm goin' places, man, you know that ain't the case
Lemme play you my EP, it's takin' shape
Hop in my Lyft, I can take you any place
They say what I'm doin' is a waste
I'm goin' places, man, you know that ain't the case
Lemme play you my EP, it's takin' shape
Hop in my Lyft, I can take you any place





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