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)

Niggas hate all the time, I got no fuck to give Lil' nigga speak your mind, why you still bein' stiff? Know it's the perfect time, yeah they know what it is And she gon' fuck with me, she like the way I live Ay, and she gon' fuck with me, she like the

Fly away, far away. He'd made up his mind, His boss said to him Pull yourself together, Sammy was low, Just watching the show, Over and over again. He knew it was time, To leave his dead life behind.

I know who you are, and I know what you're feelin' You know it's good Your environment seems to get brighter And the situation doesn't seem that bad Can you imagine this started with a lighter? Bad day, at work, crazy boss, crazy or worse Finger,

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

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

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

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

They got jumped Forty fives, machine guns, and heavy artillery "You know we got em Forty fives, machine guns, heavy artillery We got those grenades on your ass, nigga Boss, Black Wall Street I'm in that bulletproof Maybach nigga (Teflon Don)" Nigga

Everything hit Smoking I got a permanent cough Popping them pills again Used to think you was my dawg, now you are not my friend Turn myself into a boss, I was born to win Still know how to handle a loss Me and Metro going in All my songs hits All my