All my niggas real Actin' brand new Why the fuck you here? Real deal, Holyfield Uh, real deal, Holyfield Uh, down to chill All my niggas in the field Money, pill, I'm a boss They hatin' still

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

All you got to do is put a drink in my hand To fill it up, or throw it down Yeah fill it up, or throw it down Early Monday morning, til Friday at five Man I work, work, work but I don't climb, climb, climb Boss man can shove that overtime up his can All

And I'm so (bossy) Ain't I so (saucy) And my clothes (cost me) Body cold (frosty) Life of the party Always get it started Ain't I so (bossy) Ain't I so? I'm independent, got my own boo

Aston Martin music, music In our ride Bobbin' to the music This is how we do it, all night (all night) Breezin' down the freeway Just me and my baby Just me and my boss No worries at all Listening to the

I'm getting paid for that? Nah, I'm getting paid for that? (All of these hoes been on me I'll never go back homie) My own boss Last year I was taking them notes Conference room every day is the woes Last year at work

Bitch I'm a boss (I'm a boss) Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss) I plan the shots (ugh) I call the calls (ugh) We in this bitch It's goin' down Yeah I'm the king Now where my mu'fuckin' crown? I plan the shots, I call the calls Look I be riding through my

You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York Texas I be screwed up, Chi town I be really pimping But nothing like my hometown I’m forever living Women, weed and weather (They come for) women, weed and

Bitch, I don't need introduction Follow my simple instruction Wine to the left, sway to the right Drop it down low and take it back high All my ladies Stacked like casino, Armani, Moschino Say that you're bossy 'cause you are the boss Buy anything, you

Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss) I plan the shots (huh) I call the calls (huh) We in this bitch It’s goin’ down Yeah, I'm the king Now where my mufuckin’ crown? Bitch I'm a boss (huh) If you a boss, you a boss