Boss Ass B!%ch (with PTAF) - Remix

I'm a boss ass bitch

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch

I'm a boss ass bitch

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch

I'm a boss ass bitch

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch

I'm a boss ass bitch

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch

I'm a boss ass-

Yo, I employ these niggas

They be grown men, but I Little Boy these niggas

Want the cookie, so I gotta Chips Ahoy these niggas

But I never iPhone, Android these niggas

Use rubbers with 'em, I 'on't ever raw these niggas

More money than 'em, I'ma son all these niggas

I ain't shopping, but it's like I gotta store these niggas

Put 'em on time-out and never call these niggas

P-p-p-pussy like girls, damn, is my pussy gay?

It's a holiday, Play With My Pussy Day

Pussy this, pussy that, pussy taken

Pussy ride dick, like she a Jamaican

Pussy stay warm, pussy on vacation

You loose bitches need a pussy renovation

Y-y-you could eat it with a pussy reservation

P-p-pussy 'bout to get a standing ovation

Clap, clap, clap for this pussy, nigga

But I can't give this pussy to a pussy nigga

Aw, man, slow down

I'ma get you something that you could hold down

But I can't give you head, I'm too ill for that

I'ma make a movie still, Kill Bill for that

'Cause what the fuck, this ain't Chanel, nigga, custom down?

What the fuck, I ain't smoking hot, bust me down?

You the same clown nigga that was running me down?

Now you all up in the sauce 'cause you wanna be down?

I said, rule number one to be a boss ass bitch

Never let a clown nigga try to play you

If he play you then, rule number two

Fuck his best friends, then make 'em yes-men

And get a dick pic', and then you press send

And send a red heart, and send a kissy face

And tell him that his friends love how your pussy taste

And that's rule three, I'm the school T

My wrist look like I am a jewel thief

But that's just 'cause I am a boss bitch

Now macaroni cheese, and grill my swordfish

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch

I'm a boss ass bitch

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch

I'm a boss ass bitch

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch

I-I-I-If he catch my drift, he could catch my jizz

I be out in Cali' running all my businesses

I be out in Cali' watching back my Christmas vid's

Every time I fuck 'em, yes, I tell him, "This is his"

Looked down at it, and I said, "This is big"

Man, my game so cold I said, "This is rigged"

Best flow in the game, this is not a lie

Tell 'em bitches, cross they Ts and dot they I

I-I-I came back, bitches flows still boring

I said, "Damn, man, go back to whoring"

You know I still lead the league in scoring

You know I'm still bad and I'm still foreign

I-I-I'ma give bitches time to get hot

Chill out at the game, New York Knickerbock

If they actually got bars, they could rock

But if not, I'ma destroy chicks a lot, oh

But on the real, I'm in album mode

Just dropped this freestyle 'fore these files get old

When I lay low, bitches be safe and sound

When I come back, they better not make a sound

I hear you

When I'm back on the prowl

You bitches better have my money

'Cause I'm coming for you, ooh, ooh

Uh, okay, I order rich bitch sauce

Rich bitch cold, got a rich bitch cough

Which bitch want it? I'll go rich bitch off

'Cause you know my style getting bit, ripped off

When I'm at the restaurant, rich bitch sauce

Rich bitch cold, I got a rich bitch cough

Which bitch want it? I'll go rich bitch off

And you know my style getting bit, ripped off

Off, off, off, off, off, off, off (work it, work-work it)

I'm a b-, I'm a boss

Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star bitch is (work it, work-work it)

Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star bitch is

Ask Lil Wayne, ask Lil Wayne

Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star bitch is

Ask Birdman who the five-star bitch is

Ask Young Money who the five-star bitch is

Who the five-star bitch is, who the five-star bitch is

Ask Birdman who the five-star bitch is

Ask Lil Wayne, ask Lil Wayne

Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star bitch is (I'm a boss ass-)