Boss
Boy stop
He been looking at it all day yeah it’s soft
Spoon dripping, like I’m whippin’ in the kitchen got the sauce
If he ain’t wit the same thing, he could get lost
Told him he ain’t dealing with a lame I’m a boss
He ain’t dealing wit a lame ima...
He ain’t dealing w a lame ima boss (boss)
He ain’t dealing w a lame...
(Get money bitch, tell em hoes to talk about it)
Boy Stop
He been looking at it all day yeah it’s soft
Spoon dripping, like I’m whippin’ in the kitchen got the sauce
If he ain’t wit the same thing, he could get lost
Told him he ain’t dealing with a lame I’m a boss
He ain’t dealing wit a lame ima...
He ain’t dealing w a lame ima boss (boss)
He ain’t dealing w a lame...
(Get money bitch, tell em hoes to talk about it)
Don’t compare me to these bitches ‘cause these bitches ain’t the same
You won’t get him back, better charge it to the game
I make em fall in love like I’m Cupid with the aim
But this time the Cupid ain’t to blame
Bitches mad wack, no cash back, nothing changed
The way they say my name, put me in the Hall of fame
Now you got em mad dog, x is off the chain
& he gon hit that home run, stepping up to plate like
Swing batter batter, my ass gettin’ fatter
Served like hors d’oeuvres, he gon eat it off the platter
Yeah i hear em talking but I ain’t with the chatter
Bitches throwing bricks, get ya glass house shattered
Got me gassed up, he ain’t letting off the petal
If he give it to me good he might get a metal
Give a fuck about a last bitch, she ain’t on my level
Cuz I hit ‘em with that bam bam! He gon call me pebbles
Boy stop
He been looking at it all day yeah it’s soft
Spoon dripping, like I’m whippin’ in the kitchen got the sauce
If he ain’t wit the same thing, he could get lost
Told him he ain’t dealing with a lame I’m a boss
He ain’t dealing wit a lame ima...
He ain’t dealing w a lame ima boss (boss)
He ain’t dealing w a lame...
(Get money bitch, tell em hoes to talk about it)
Boy stop
He been looking at it all day yeah it’s soft
Spoon dripping, like I’m whippin’ in the kitchen got the sauce
If he ain’t wit the same thing, he could get lost
Told him he ain’t dealing with a lame I’m a boss
He ain’t dealing wit a lame ima...
He ain’t dealing w a lame ima boss (boss)
He ain’t dealing w a lame...
(Get money bitch, tell em hoes to talk about it)
They still talking, but can’t back it up
All these bitches & their 2 cents addin’ up
They in they feelings but they never in they bag enough
I’m that fire they be wishing that they had to puff
What’s with all the fuss, I could swear I heard a ruckus
If I shoot my shot, I got the crowd all yelling buckets
I just couldn’t stop and I be going like the breaks gone
Got ‘em up in Marvin’s room listening to drake songs
I asked Kiki but she wasn’t tryna ride for me
I’m who every bitch that’s after me gon try to be
Unless it’s bout a bag it don’t apply to me
Ima boss, tell me baby who gon fire me!
Boy stop
He been looking at it all day yeah it’s soft
Spoon dripping, like I’m whippin’ in the kitchen got the sauce
If he ain’t wit the same thing, he could get lost
Told him he ain’t dealing with a lame I’m a boss
He ain’t dealing wit a lame ima...
He ain’t dealing w a lame ima boss (boss)
He ain’t dealing w a lame...
(Get money bitch, tell em hoes to talk about it)
Boy stop
He been looking at it all day yeah it’s soft
Spoon dripping, like I’m whippin’ in the kitchen got the sauce
If he ain’t wit the same thing, he could get lost
Told him he ain’t dealing with a lame I’m a boss
He ain’t dealing wit a lame ima...
He ain’t dealing w a lame ima boss (boss)
He ain’t dealing w a lame...
(Get money bitch, tell em hoes to talk about it)