I'm a bossboss, I might flex on a bitch I ain't lying, spend a grip on my wrist If she bad I might take her to the red carpet Bought a car, now I'm tryna learn how to start it Bitch you know my name, pop up, hit it then I slide Tell your man don't do you

Said, "Lil bitch, you can't fuck with me ni aunque tú quieras" That's a fact, Cardi B y de el trap soy la mamá Hit the store y compro todo lo que quiera comprar I'm a bossboss, you a worker, yo adelante y tú atrás Esta canción no es pa' mi curi y mi cuero Un

Put down the tools No! Gang boss no! We don't want the whip! As you get weaker - it will get harder So don't be like him Keep your bones of effort and strength Don't sell them to him We don't want no gang boss We want to equalize

Throw your suitcase in the back Done gassed up the Pontiac Blastin' out to Johnny Cash Headin' for the highway Baby, we ain't ever comin' back What ya got? Quit my job, flipped off the boss, took my name off the payroll Screw you, man

Oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah (yeah! Bow!) Sauce on ya, nigga, got the sauce on me, uh (I got sauce) Boss, like a young nigga was Ross on me, uh (like I'm fuckin' Ross) Pull up on your shawty, I put sauce on it, yeah (like I fuckin' spilled) Sauce on ya, nigga, got

Ooh and I'd lay my life down for you (woooooh) And I show you who's the boss (woooooh) I'd forgive you and adore you While I was hangin' on your cross If I was Jesus. I I was Jesus, I'd have some real long hair A robe and some sandals, is exactly what

Everybody tellin' me I need to change But then y'all gon' complain when a nigga change Bossed up you sayin' lately he ain't been the same Fuck it y'all just wanna hate me anyways Fuck it yeah the money gettin' to my brain Yeah, I think I'm all that with

I'm your furor I'm your furor baby What's your furor baby Feel the furor Kick the dust, wipe the crime from the main street Await the coming of the lord Hangin' round with them low down and dirty Bringing order from the boss What's the furor 'bout it all

You take your all right, you take your can't wait An' mix it all up with some down home southern drawl, y'all You got your yee haw It's five o'clock, just got paid I'll be off the next two days No more workin' like dogs No more leash, no more boss I've

Forever man, forever man, forever man (forever man) Before I can talk to the boss How many times must I say I love you Before you finally understand Won't you be my forever woman I'll try to be your forever man How many times must I tell you baby How