Boss lyrics

[Intro]
Kid Wond3r, you made this beat? Damn
Boss, boss, boss, boss
No Hooks Part 2, b*tch, (boss) you know how I'm rockin', n*gga (boss)
Get your guns up, get your funds up
You on that opp sh*t, get mopsticked, b*tch
I take her where ever she want, 'cus she a boss (you know I'm a boss, mane)
No Hooks Part 2, b*tch, you know how I'm rockin', n*gga
Get your guns up, get your funds up
You on that opp sh*t, get mopsticked, b*tch, aye

[Verse]
I buy whatever I want, 'cause I'm a boss
I take her where ever she want, 'cause she a boss
And I got the sh*t that you don't, 'cause I'm a boss
My new whip, it cost me a grip, with the exhaust
This foreign coupe came with a roof, I took it off
You used to see me for the free, but now it cost
I can't fold this bankroll for nothing in the world
You can't get your b*tch back for nothing in the world
The security with the sh*ts, she let me in with the stick
And when these diamonds shine so hard, I might just blind me a b*tch
A n*gga put his hands on me? Somebody dyin' in this b*tch
Them n*ggas said they gettin' money? Somebody lied in this b*tch
Now all these hoes wanna have babies by me
She a bipolar b*tch, yeah, she crazy 'bout me
She a doggin' b*tch, but I don't want no rabies by me
Droppin' bombs, you would think I have the Navy with me
Tryin' rob my wave, b*tch, you can't get wavy with me
Pockets filled with dead people, got Caucasians with me
I be cuttin' up, b*tch, I got my razor with me
You can try and run, that's why I got my laser with me
n*gga, fix your face, 'cause you look like a hater to me
Boy, you Swisher Sweet, you just Now or Later to me
She do what I say, all my b*tches cater to me
She respect my pimpin', so she bought some Gators for me
Bought a big house, tell me how many acres you see
With my n*ggas, ballin' like I brought the Lakers with me
Take a look around for me, how many fakers you see?
Dope like vanilla, junkies come get flavors from me
Try to take some shorts, you can't get no favors from me
n*ggas sneak diss, but it's nothin' major to me
Forgis on a Porsche, now that b*tch don't even look like a Porsche
Do the dash, this b*tch fast as hell, all my cars sport
I'm a boss, baby, I'm gon' ball, I don't need a court
Smoke his ass like a Newport, since he came short
Big booty b*tch, super thick, bustin' out her shorts
I'm gettin' money, n*gga, there ain't sh*t that I can't afford
My trunk is in the front, my engine in the rear
Them b*tches over there, they lookin' over here
You lookin' for your b*tch? I made her disappear
'Cause, baby, I'm a boss, let's get this sh*t clear
If you lookin' for some trouble, you can get that sh*t here
b*tch, I'm a young boss and I don't see many bosses in here
I'm finna make it rain like a water faucet in here
b*tch, twerk, twerk, and I'ma make this guap disappear
If you play with that merch, I'ma make his top disappear
I fill that n*gga ass up with some hot sh*t in here
I said, "Lil' baby what's that smell?", she told me, "This that new Chanel"
I told her, "I'm a boss", she told me, "Baby, I can tell"
I like the way she walk, she switchin' in this motherf*cker
I'm in a fast truck, with 6's on this mothaf*cker
Comin' masked up, no witness leave a mothaf*cka
Boy yous a pound cake, you softer than a motherf*cker
A lot of n*ggas hate, this often than a motherf*cker
I gave that b*tch the wrong number, bet she saltier than a motherf*cker
If a f*ck n*gga cross the line, then I'm offin' your motherf*cker
My b*tch finer than wine and she bossier than a motherf*cker
[Outro]
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