Boss Ass Bitch (Remix)

[Hook]

I'm a boss-ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch

I'm a boss-ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch

I'm a boss-ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch

I'm a boss-ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch

I'm a boss-ass...



[Verse 1]

Yo, I employ these niggas

They be grown men but I little boy these niggas

Want the cookie so I gotta Chips Ahoy! these niggas

But I never iPhone, Android these niggas

Use rubbers with 'em, I don't never raw these niggas

More money than 'em, I'm-a son all these niggas

I ain't shoppin' but it's like I gotta store these niggas

Put 'em on time out and never call these niggas

Pussy like girls; damn, is my pussy gay?

It's a holiday: Play With My Pussy Day

Pussy this, pussy that, pussy taken

Pussy ride dick like she a Jamaican

Pussy stay warm, pussy on vacation

You loose bitches need a pussy renovation

You could eat it with a pussy reservation

Pussy 'bout to get a standin' ovation

Clap, clap-clap for this pussy, nigga

But I can't give this pussy to a pussy nigga

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, kill Bill for that

Cause what the fuck?! This ain't Chanel, nigga, custom done?!

What the fuck, I ain't smokin' hot?! Bust me down?!

You the same clown nigga 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-ass bitch:

Never let a clown nigga try to play you

If he play you, then rule #2:

Fuck 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 pussy taste

And that's rule 3: I'm the school T

My wrist look like I am a jewel thief

But that's just cause I am a boss bitch

That macaroni cheese and grill my swordfish



[Hook 2]

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch

I'm a boss-ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch

I'm a boss-ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch



[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 fuck '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 bitches cross their T's and dot their I

I came back, bitches' 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 bitches 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, bitches 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 bitches better have my money

Cause I'm comin' for you

Ooh, ooh...



[Verse 3]

Uh, okay

I order rich bitch sauce

Rich bitch cold: got a rich bitch cough

Which bitch want it? I go rich bitch off

Cause you know my style gettin' bit, ripped-off

When I'm at the restaurant: rich bitch sauce

Rich bitch cold, I got a rich bitch cough

Which bitch want it? I go rich bitch off

And you know my style gettin' bit, ripped-off

Off! Off! Off! Off! Off! Off! Off!



[Outro]

I'm a bo-I'm a boss

Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star bitch is

Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star bitch is

Ask Lil Wayne, ask Lil Wayne

Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star bitch is

Ask Birdman who the five-star bitch is

Ask Young Money who the five-star bitch is

Who the five-star bitch is, who the five-star bitch is

Ask Birdman who the five-star bitch is

Ask Lil Wayne, ask Lil Wayne

Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star bitch is