[Hook]
I'm a boss-a** b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h
I'm a boss-a** b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h
I'm a boss-a** b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h
I'm a boss-a** b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h
I'm a boss-a**...
[Verse 1]
Yo, I employ these n***as
They be grown men but I little boy these n***as
Want the cookie so I gotta Chips Ahoy! these n***as
But I never iPhone, Android these n***as
Use rubbers with 'em, I don't never raw these n***as
More money than 'em, I'm-a son all these n***as
I ain't shoppin' but it's like I gotta store these n***as
Put 'em on time out and never call these n***as
p**y like girls; damn, is my p**y gay?
It's a holiday: Play-With-My-p**y Day
p**y this, p**y that, p**y taken
p**y ride dick like she a Jamaican
p**y stay warm, p**y on vacation
You loose b**hes need a p**y renovation
You could eat it with a p**y reservation
p**y 'bout to get a standin' ovation
Clap, clap-clap for this p**y, n***a
But I can't give this p**y to a p**y n***a
Aw, man, slow down
I'm-a get you something that you could hold down
But I can't give you head, I'm too ill for that
I'm-a make a movie still, k** Bill for that
Cause what the f**?! This ain't Chanel, n***a, custom down?!
What the f**, I ain't smokin' hot?! Bust me down?!
You the same clown n***a that was runnin' me down?!
Now you all up in the sauce cause you wanna be down
I said, rule #1 to be a boss-a** b**h:
Never let a clown n***a try to play you
If he play you, then rule #2:
f** his best friends then make 'em "yes" men
And get a dick pic, and then you press "send"
And send a red heart, and send a kissy face
And tell him that his friends love how your p**y taste
And that's rule 3: I'm the school T
My wrist look like I am a j**el thief
But that's just cause I am a boss b**h
Now macaroni cheese and grill my swordfish
[Hook 2]
b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h
I'm a boss-a** b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h
I'm a boss-a** b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h
[Verse 2]
If he catch my drift he could catch my jizz
I be out in Cali runnin' all my businesses
I be out in Cali watchin' back my Christmas vids
Everytime I f** 'em, yes, I tell him this is his
Looked down at it, and I said, "This is big!"
Man, my game so cold I said, "This is rigged"
Best flow in the game, this is not a lie
Tell 'em b**hes cross their T's and dot their I
I came back, b**hes' flow still boring
I said, "Damn, man, go back to whoring"
You know I still lead the league in scoring
You know I'm still bad and I'm still foreign
I'm-a give b**hes time to get hot
Chill out at the game, New York, knickerbock
If they actually got bars, they could rock
But if not, I'm-a destroy chicks a lot
Oh, but on the real, I'm in album mode
I just dropped this freestyle 'fore these files get old
When I lay low, b**hes be safe and sound
When I come back they better not make a sound
[Interlude]
I hear you...
When I'm back on the prowl
You b**hes better have my money
Cause I'm comin' for you
Ooh, ooh...
[Bridge]
Uh, okay, I order rich b**h sauce
Rich b**h cold, got a rich b**h cough
Which b**h want it? I go rich b**h off
Cause you know my style gettin' bit, ripped-off
When I'm at the restaurant: rich b**h sauce
Rich b**h cold, I got a rich b**h cough
Which b**h want it? I go rich b**h off
And you know my style gettin' bit, ripped-off
Off! Off! Off! Off! Off! Off! Off!
I'm a bo-I'm a boss
[Outro]
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Ask Birdman who the five-star b**h is
Ask Lil Wayne, ask Lil Wayne
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