You the boss You, you, you the boss, yeah Cause you the boss I'll do anything that you say, anything You the boss (uh) You, you, you the boss, yeah (uh) You the boss (boss) You, you, you the boss (boss)

I ain't gonna lie but baby, you get pretty wild, girl When you take it off, take it off When days turn to night, that's when you show your other side With all those freaky thoughts, freaky thoughts You bring out the animal I'm a boss, I'm a boss, I'm the

Everyday I'm hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Everyday I'm, everyday I'm Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' hustlin' Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with, I'm the fuckin' boss Seven forty-five, white on white

Call my job And today I got a 1000 bugs Tell the boss I won't be in I said, call my job To tell my boss I won't be in Oh, you can tell him I'm sick Tell him anything But I just had too much weekend 'Cause Saturday night I caught the horses

I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid Yeah, the real thing All my boss bitches know I got the bill Bad bitches and they want the real thing All my boss bitches know I got the bill, paid Fell

This is for Matilda And she needs you This is from This is from Matilda Just like Johnny Flynn said, 'the breath I've taken and the one I must' to go on Put the grenade pin in your hand, so you understand who's boss My defeat sleeps top to toe with her

When you on top, niggas gon' hate on you Bring out the Brink's truck, I'm young, fly and iced up (icy) 100 yard dash, bitch, I had to run my price up Nigga, boss your life up, I had to boss mine up (ay) 10,000 dollar outfit, hundred dollar lineup (ay)

Island girl What you wanting with the white man's world? Black boy want you in his island world He want to take you from the racket boss He want to save you, but the cause is lost Island girl, island girl, island girl Tell me what you wanting with the

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

The way that you do Nobody rocks it the way that you do, You got style, Pop your collar, Cause you're all kinds of cool, You're legit, You're the boss, Even when the mic is off, Nobody rocks it,