[Intro]
The picture perfect boss ass b*tch
The Gucci sunnies for the hell of it
The goddess with a plan that don't need a man
To go out and own that sh*t
[Verse 1]
You feelin' good, but your body's wantin' more
Bad b*tch, I'm a boss, here to light up the floor
I got my red-bottom strap, Fendi purse in my lap
While your man is swipin' right, givin' me the double-tap
He wants that sugar-sugar, ice cold bling-bling
Hanging from his neck while he plays with his thing-thing
[Pre-Chorus]
The picture perfect boss ass b*tch
The Gucci sunnies for the hell of it
The goddess with a plan that don't need a man
To go out and own that sh*t
We're gonna take the night, come on and take a bite
You gotta just take control, girl
You wanna get with me, a full-fledged fantasy
You gotta just take control, girl
[Chorus]
b*tch, b*tch…
b*tch…
[Verse 2]
I'm on top and it's got you mad, turnin' green
I got your ass on block, it ain't nothin' to me
They call me "b*tch," I'm a supermodel
You eatin' dust, I'm goin' full-frontal
I got your man, sliding into my DM's
He told me that you don't take care of him
[Pre-Chorus]
The picture perfect boss ass b*tch
The Gucci sunnies for the hell of it
The goddess with a plan that don't need a man
To go out and own that sh*t
We're gonna take the night, come on and take a bite
You gotta just take control, girl
You wanna get with me, a full-fledged fantasy
You gotta just take control, girl
[Chorus]
b*tch, b*tch…
b*tch…
[Outro]
I'm the b*tch…
I'm the b*tch…