Boost My Ego Lyrics - Kodak Black

[Intro: Future] 

And we about fifteen up, you know what I mean? 

They 'gon try take advantage of this money 

Shit coming in fast 

They know we ain't got a blueprint of this shit 

We just came into this shit with it already 

[Chorus: Future] 

Baby mama , she don't get no pardon 

Boostin' up my ego, made me go my hardest 

Took me out the PJ and put me in a mansion 

Louis Vuitton these thots, I trap out the spot 

Hermes belts and drapes, keep my doggies straight 

[Verse 1: Kodak Black] 

All I know, identity theft, I buried all the credit cards 

G1 had me in the kitchen, sellin' hard and doin' fraud 

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'Member snatchin' chains, I got my own around my neck, nigga 

I caught five kidnappin', but I ain't no babysitter 

I caught five kidnappin', how you let me take your nigga? 

Posted on the ugly, I jump out, go to bustin' 

My baby mama dusty, got my little one out here musky 

Skrrt, skrrt, pull up in a vert, call it a pullback, ayy 

, they be like "Who is that"? 

Pulling up in luxury, thank God, ain't no more strugglin' 

I'm rollin' 'round, I be duffelin' 

She under arrest, I'm cuffin' it 

[Chorus: Future] 

Baby mama flagein', she don't get no pardon 

Boostin' up my ego, made me go my hardest 

Took me out the PJ and put me in a mansion 

Break my pill down three ways, made me feel outstandin' 

Panamera these days, used to ride the banshee 

Louis Vuitton these thots, I trap out the spot 

Hermes belts and drapes, keep my doggies straight 

Kodak buyin' a Wraith, soon as he beat the case 

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[Verse 2: Kodak Black] 

Spread the cheese with your people, gotta feed the squad 

I bought my mama and my brothers, them another car 

It's like my baby mama feel like she the superstar 

Was in the 'Yota, now I'm ridin' in the luxury car 

I was ridin' Suzuki, ayy, now I'm actin' boujee, ayy 

Now I'm coolin', foolin', I'm just 'bout my music 

No more shootin' cee-lo, poppin' wheelies on the Banshee 

Can't be thuggin' no more, homie, I stay in a mansion 

Took me off the ugly corner, 

You hate the way I'm transitionin', I'm corporate thugging 

You miss when I was headfirst, when I wasn't gettin' no money 

[Chorus: Future] 

Baby mama flagein', she don't get no pardon 

Boostin' up my ego, made me go my hardest 

Took me out the PJ and put me in a mansion 

Break my pill down three ways, made me feel outstandin' 

Panamera these days, used to ride the banshee 

Louis Vuitton these thots, I trap out the spot 

Hermes belts and drapes, keep my doggies straight 

Kodak buyin' a Wraith, soon as he beat the case, yeah