Lyrics of 'Boss Tycoon' by G-Eazy

That's your debut, man
That's your pimp, that's a pimp debut, man
When you come through in your car, man
Come check out some of these whips, man
Bay Area stuff

Fuck what it-
Fuck what it costs, I'm a boss
Tycoon (ty-), ty-tycoon
Dipped in sauce (in sauce), I floss (I floss)
I-I-I-I (oh, sheesh)

I'm on a flight back home just to sell out the Oracle (God)
Could tell you what I made, but you know how the story go (mm)
Supermodel face but the box was horrible
She thinks she's in love, I said, Oh, how adorable (how cute)

Everywhere they know who we are (yuh)
That '17 Spider's my grocery car (yeah)
Some eggs and some grits, have her cookin' tomorrow (mm)
These lames are surprised that I took it this far (no)
My year's this year

I'm in the club spittin' FIFA in a bitch ear (In a bitch ear)
Switch lanes, hit the gas, then I switch gear (sk-skrrt)
She think she got a chance with me, oh, you wish dear (haha)
Ain't got no time to fuck around, it's straight business
I ain't play sports in high school I played bitches (I played bitches)

I said all I wanna do is make riches
I'm the glue, I'm connecting bay bridges
I'm in love with the game, I could never get married (never)
I met her on the 'Gram, now she tryna fuck Gerry (oh my)
Off the dog water, now her friend wanna share me
I turned to a demon, it's about to get scary

Fuck what it costs, I'm a boss
Tycoon, ty-tycoon
Dipped in sauce (in sauce), I floss (I floss)
I-I, yeah

Fuck what it costs (what it costs), I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Tycoon, ty-tycoon ('coon)
Dipped in sauce, I floss
I-I-I-I-I (you know)
All my bitches got waves (yeah)

She said: Pull up, yeah, I know you want that fade (yeah)
Put that thang in her ass and I got glaze (glaze)
She want that, fuck (yeah), chalk it up, price paid (yeah)
All your friends on that bad broke bitch train (what?)

Just be happy I'm the captain, now you got saved (don't love you)
What that shit do, I'm tryna get this dick played
All up in the air, spittin' game, E-A

I took your bitch, let me find out she fuckin' trash (trash)
All that ass and she don't know how to throw it back (get the fuck out)
She looked better on the 'Gram, you can have her back (have her back)
Off this Pinot I'll bust down another bag (mm, yeah, yeah)

Your bitch got them panties at Ross
Hurt her pockets, she mad bout that loss
I turn to a demon when I'm off that dog
Turn to a demon when I'm off that dog

Fuck what it costs, I'm a boss
Tycoon, ty-tycoon
Dipped in sauce, I floss
I-I, yeah

Fuck what it costs, I'm a boss
Tycoon, ty-tycoon
Dipped in sauce, I floss
I-I-I-I-I
15 bands out the bank, that's for my mom (Duke Dukes)
Young nigga was a boss up in high school (huh? Huh?)
New hunnids in my pocket, all light blue (hella bands)
Top down, Glocks out when we ride cools (boom, boom)
Bounce out, hella bands, hella ice too (hella ice too)

My nigga got trap boomin' like a drive-thru (like a drive-thru)
You just a bop, bitch, I hit, you ain't my boo (huh? Huh? Huh?)
See how the chopper kick just like kung-fu (huh? Huh? Huh?)

A square nigga, I never be one (no)
And a broke bitch, I'd never need one (nigga, no)
Fendi rhymes on my fifties and Adidas (ah, ah)

Got these broke niggas mad, they wanna be us (yeah, yeah)
Crest nigga, e'rywhere I throw them Cs up (yeah, yeah)
R.I.P. dre, I'ma forever throw my Ds up (yeah, yeah)
Wanna be on team Slimmy, get that fee up (yeah, yeah)
Slide if you want it, get your B-M whip beat up, nigga

Fuck what it costs, I'm a boss
Tycoon, ty-tycoon
Dipped in sauce (in sauce), I floss (I floss)
I-I, yeah

Fuck what it costs (what it costs), I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Tycoon, ty-tycoon ('coon)
Dipped in sauce, I floss
I-I-I-I-I (you know)

Woah, fizzed out
I'm a rapper trapped-trapped in a rock-rock man's body
Rock and roll, Dre Van Halen, you feel me?