In this bold and assertive track, Rubi Rose delivers a powerful message about resilience, success, and self-confidence. She emphasizes her journey from the bottom to the top, highlighting her relentless pursuit of financial success 💰 and dismissing any competition or negativity that comes her way. The lyrics reflect her unapologetic attitude towards those who doubt her abilities, showcasing her readiness to defend her position and take on any challenges. By declaring herself "boolin'"—a slang term for feeling good or relaxed—Rubi Rose asserts control over her environment while warning others of the ruthless nature of the game 🥵. Ultimately, the song is an anthem of empowerment and dominance in both personal and professional realms.
Back In The Booth
Lyrics
(Romo)
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I go get the money this shit ain't no problem
I'm up at the top and I came from the bottom
I fight 'til my shooters go get 'em they got 'em
These bitches they mad but don't want no problem
I'm back in the booth
Rubi be gettin' the loot
Hoe if you see me salute
I was on ice now I get twenty a night
Think I'ma buy me a coupe
Don't want your man, that nigga know that he broke
That nigga know he a joke
Bitch you a fan
Think I'ma show you the ropes
Bitch I'ma show you the dough
Ayy, yeah
Bitch, I'm boolin'
Just check the temperature it's gettin' hot
Niggas ruthless
They run up in your shit and take your spot
Bitch, I'm boolin'
Just check the temperature it's gettin' hot
Niggas ruthless
They run up in your shit and take your spot
I don't give a fuck about a bitch I'm quick to hit the opp
Ask me how much money I make, bitch I don't know I make a lot
Bitch, I walk in I be boolin', but I'm about to make it hot
Heard that bitch was talkin' ruthless I'm about to take her top
Gettin' that, gettin' that, gettin' that bitch been poppin' they really ain't feelin' ya
I put the price on your head, I make them lil' bitches around you come do ya
Hoe you softer than a poodle, I'm grippin' the glizzy and cookin' your noodle (ayy)
You could look me up on Google and bitch if you want it I'm bringin' it to you
It get nasty, you say my name don't tag me
Think I'm a fad, well let's see these hoes outlast me
Hey my pockets stayin' fat just like my ass be
Said my pockets stayin' fat just like my ass be
Ayy, yeah
Bitch, I'm boolin'
Just check the temperature it's gettin' hot
Niggas ruthless
They run up in your shit and take your spot
Bitch, I'm boolin'
Just check the temperature it's gettin' hot
Niggas ruthless
They run up in your shit and take your spot
Ayy, yeah
Bitch, I'm boolin'
Just check the temperature it's gettin' hot
Niggas ruthless
They run up in your shit and take your spot
Bitch, I'm boolin'
Just check the temperature it's gettin' hot
Niggas ruthless
They run up in your shit and take your spot
Writer(s): Deandre Hunter, James Easton Brooks, Rubi Rose Benton
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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