Bitch I'm the Boss

Pull up with the sauce
Water drip, call it Voss
You ever double-cross trash you like some floss
The mac will give you hearing loss
Hold up, bitch I'm the boss

Money green like I'm sitting in a valley
Why my jean pockets looking really fatty
You can call me, but don't call me daddy (Ay)
I ain't your daddy, man, that shit just kinda wacky (Ay)
Tell your ass bye, drip to Dubai
We fly mile-high, all the way to shanghai
I'm the bad guy, leave you with a black eye
Fuck with me and your ass get crucified
No need to justify but just something to go by
I keep her satisfied, ain't no need to specify
Drip too hard, yeah, never drip dry
Hop on a plane and we fly out to Cali
Place is so dirty, selling out the back alley
You done died man, add another to my tally
We in silicone valley, man, this the finale

Ay, Yah
Hold on
Okay
PrinceSince
Let's get it

Off-white on my prestos, laces rainbow
Fly out to Mexico, I like to go commando
Aspect ratio, I know I'm finna blow
Stay low, cause of the federal bureau
Kick back in Reo de Janiero
I look at you and see an absolute zero
Try be a hero and get your head blown
I'm never shook to the bone, standing on your gravestone

Ay, yah
Okay
Hold up
Yeah
Let's get it
One more time, okay?

Pull up with the sauce
Water drip, call it Voss
You ever double-cross trash you like some floss
The mac will give you hearing loss
Hold up, bitch I'm the boss

Ay, Yeah
Bitch I'm the boss
Okay
PS, bitch



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Writer(s): Gareth Drew
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