Woah
Yea
(Phew)
Oh my god
Woah, woah, I can tell you what it costs
What it costs to be a boss
You gotta f*ckin' want it all
You gotta f*ckin' stand tall
You gotta f*ckin' wanna ball
You gotta say f*ck y'all
Before you go and get lost
Sword up on my arm
Got it like yesterday
Woke up to the alarm
I gotta start my f*ckin' day
Lock me inside the booth
I whip it up Boyardee
Boy I get in the stu
Put the food on the plate
Put the food on the plate
Put the diamonds on the what
Put the chicken on the chain
Momma textin' you, okay
Text her back like I'm straight
Text her back like I'm straight
F*ck my daddy, he a bitch
But at least he not a snake
Pull up if you wanna fade
Make a cool nigga drop
Make a cool nigga fold
Like a f*ckin' lawn chair
I know why these niggas pissed
I'ma make them all mad
I was born without a bitch
So I wouldn't need that
Wipe his whole damn team
Then I hit the launch pad
Empty out the whole mag
Then the mission all clear
If I died right now
Probably wouldn't give a f*ck
Only really got rich
Cause hate this world so much
Woah, woah, I can tell you what it costs
What it costs to be a boss
You gotta f*ckin' want it all
You gotta f*ckin' stand tall
You gotta f*ckin' wanna ball
You gotta say f*ck y'all
Before you go and get lost
Sword up on my arm
Got it like yesterday
Woke up to the alarm
I gotta start my f*ckin' day
Lock me inside the booth
I whip it up Boyardee
Boy I get in the stu
Put the food on the plate
Whole gang full of warlocks
And we all cast spells
If you hate us go to hell
Crossbones on my belt
And you know that shit blangin
Everybody gon' stare
F*ck it I could die tomorrow
Part of me won't even care
Red babies in the cut
The whole cult get aggy
The dirty boys start spazzin
Life gon' keep happenin
We don't f*ck with them underground boys
Cause they act too sally
You can miss me with the fake shit, you can take it out to the valley
You can take it out to the graveyard, you can take it to the boonies
I grew up in the boonies
Y'all be acting fake as hell to me boy, you should star in a movie
You should spar with some coochie
Hematite on my neck
Sitting right where the noose be
Woah, woah, I can tell you what it costs
What it costs to be a boss
You gotta f*ckin' want it all
You gotta f*ckin' stand tall
You gotta f*ckin' wanna ball
You gotta say f*ck y'all
Before you go and get lost
Sword up on my arm
Got it like yesterday
Woke up to the alarm
I gotta start my f*ckin' day
Lock me inside the booth
I whip it up Boyardee
Boy I get in the stu
Put the food on the plate
LuvZego - WHAT IT COST (feat. Sauceyx & Red Babies) Lyrics
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Woah
Yea
(Phew)
Oh my god
Woah, woah, I can tell you what it costs
What it costs to be a boss
You gotta f*ckin' want it all
You gotta f*ckin' stand tall
You gotta f*ckin' wanna ball
You gotta say f*ck y'all
Before you go and get lost
Sword up on my arm
Got it like yesterday
Woke up to the alarm
I gotta start my f*ckin' day
Lock me inside the booth
I whip it up Boyardee
Boy I get in the stu
Put the food on the plate
Put the food on the plate
Put the diamonds on the what
Put the chicken on the chain
Momma textin' you, okay
Text her back like I'm straight
Text her back like I'm straight
F*ck my daddy, he a bitch
But at least he not a snake
Pull up if you wanna fade
Make a cool nigga drop
Make a cool nigga fold
Like a f*ckin' lawn chair
I know why these niggas pissed
I'ma make them all mad
I was born without a bitch
So I wouldn't need that
Wipe his whole damn team
Then I hit the launch pad
Empty out the whole mag
Then the mission all clear
If I died right now
Probably wouldn't give a f*ck
Only really got rich
Cause hate this world so much
Woah, woah, I can tell you what it costs
What it costs to be a boss
You gotta f*ckin' want it all
You gotta f*ckin' stand tall
You gotta f*ckin' wanna ball
You gotta say f*ck y'all
Before you go and get lost
Sword up on my arm
Got it like yesterday
Woke up to the alarm
I gotta start my f*ckin' day
Lock me inside the booth
I whip it up Boyardee
Boy I get in the stu
Put the food on the plate
Whole gang full of warlocks
And we all cast spells
If you hate us go to hell
Crossbones on my belt
And you know that shit blangin
Everybody gon' stare
F*ck it I could die tomorrow
Part of me won't even care
Red babies in the cut
The whole cult get aggy
The dirty boys start spazzin
Life gon' keep happenin
We don't f*ck with them underground boys
Cause they act too sally
You can miss me with the fake shit, you can take it out to the valley
You can take it out to the graveyard, you can take it to the boonies
I grew up in the boonies
Y'all be acting fake as hell to me boy, you should star in a movie
You should spar with some coochie
Hematite on my neck
Sitting right where the noose be
Woah, woah, I can tell you what it costs
What it costs to be a boss
You gotta f*ckin' want it all
You gotta f*ckin' stand tall
You gotta f*ckin' wanna ball
You gotta say f*ck y'all
Before you go and get lost
Sword up on my arm
Got it like yesterday
Woke up to the alarm
I gotta start my f*ckin' day
Lock me inside the booth
I whip it up Boyardee
Boy I get in the stu
Put the food on the plate
Yea
(Phew)
Oh my god
Woah, woah, I can tell you what it costs
What it costs to be a boss
You gotta f*ckin' want it all
You gotta f*ckin' stand tall
You gotta f*ckin' wanna ball
You gotta say f*ck y'all
Before you go and get lost
Sword up on my arm
Got it like yesterday
Woke up to the alarm
I gotta start my f*ckin' day
Lock me inside the booth
I whip it up Boyardee
Boy I get in the stu
Put the food on the plate
Put the food on the plate
Put the diamonds on the what
Put the chicken on the chain
Momma textin' you, okay
Text her back like I'm straight
Text her back like I'm straight
F*ck my daddy, he a bitch
But at least he not a snake
Pull up if you wanna fade
Make a cool nigga drop
Make a cool nigga fold
Like a f*ckin' lawn chair
I know why these niggas pissed
I'ma make them all mad
I was born without a bitch
So I wouldn't need that
Wipe his whole damn team
Then I hit the launch pad
Empty out the whole mag
Then the mission all clear
If I died right now
Probably wouldn't give a f*ck
Only really got rich
Cause hate this world so much
Woah, woah, I can tell you what it costs
What it costs to be a boss
You gotta f*ckin' want it all
You gotta f*ckin' stand tall
You gotta f*ckin' wanna ball
You gotta say f*ck y'all
Before you go and get lost
Sword up on my arm
Got it like yesterday
Woke up to the alarm
I gotta start my f*ckin' day
Lock me inside the booth
I whip it up Boyardee
Boy I get in the stu
Put the food on the plate
Whole gang full of warlocks
And we all cast spells
If you hate us go to hell
Crossbones on my belt
And you know that shit blangin
Everybody gon' stare
F*ck it I could die tomorrow
Part of me won't even care
Red babies in the cut
The whole cult get aggy
The dirty boys start spazzin
Life gon' keep happenin
We don't f*ck with them underground boys
Cause they act too sally
You can miss me with the fake shit, you can take it out to the valley
You can take it out to the graveyard, you can take it to the boonies
I grew up in the boonies
Y'all be acting fake as hell to me boy, you should star in a movie
You should spar with some coochie
Hematite on my neck
Sitting right where the noose be
Woah, woah, I can tell you what it costs
What it costs to be a boss
You gotta f*ckin' want it all
You gotta f*ckin' stand tall
You gotta f*ckin' wanna ball
You gotta say f*ck y'all
Before you go and get lost
Sword up on my arm
Got it like yesterday
Woke up to the alarm
I gotta start my f*ckin' day
Lock me inside the booth
I whip it up Boyardee
Boy I get in the stu
Put the food on the plate
Writer: Nathaniel Presna-Roger, Michael DeZego, Nicholas Meiron
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: LuvZego
Language: English
Length: 3:30
Written by: Nathaniel Presna-Roger, Michael DeZego, Nicholas Meiron