Big Boss

歌詞

Now my bitch, she get a Birkin if I make her mad (Bitch) Now I'm rich, I stuff a hundred in the trash bag (Rich) Free my niggas put that on my Momma and my Dad Fucked her once she said that I'm the best she ever had I'm a big boss (Yeah) Fuck her then I make her get lost (Yeah) Punch you out like Kriss Kross (Yeah) Buck fifty what my wrist cost (Yeah) In one call, we gon' knock him off (Yeah) Bought a crib, moved out the loft (Yeah) Bad bitch and her ass too soft (Yeah) On this drink, I might dose off (Yeah, big boss) I don't need no friends Maybach drop a truck, I pre-order a Benz That's your Baby Momma, knock her right down like a bowling pin (Bowling pin) Got a hundred bands on me right now and an F & N (Right now) Just started, I ain't finished yet Left the quarantine with a bigger check Made four mil just to be correct I could buy a Patek, put it on your neck OrI mean, put it on your head Give a fuck what ya'll think, gon' end up dead Beam on him and it might be red Didn't kill a nigga, fucked his bitch instead Bottega I'm an addict (Addict) I just met this bitch last night, she called me "Daddy" (Daddy) Fucked her in the Cadi Call herself a baddie (Woo) Send her fifty thousand in a Uber, what's the addy? I'm rich Now my bitch, she get a Birkin if I make her mad (Bitch) Now I'm rich, I stuff a hundred in the trash bag (Rich) Free my niggas put that on my Momma and my Dad Fucked her once she said that I'm the best she ever had I'm a big boss (Yeah) Fuck her then I make her get lost (Yeah) Punch you out like Kriss Kross (Yeah) Buck fifty what my wrist cost (Yeah) In one call, we gon' knock him off (Yeah) Bought a crib, moved out the loft (Yeah) Bad bitch and her ass too soft (Yeah) On this drink, I might dose off (Yeah) But don't sleep I might not hear my phone beep I'm at home on the gas I'll call you when I'm on E I'm at home countin' money I lose my count I'm gon' freak Bought a house the other day and gave all my thots their own key I do it bigger than bosses With all these sticks' we golfin' With all this drip it's a faucet Turn all the pictures to portraits Got too rich imma target My Momma wish I would bargain But I walk it like I talk it Money talk and they arguin' I put my trust in the funds Make her dust off them ones I drop some tuss in my punch Then drop some nuts on her gums Chuck the deuce up but to her that's just a couple of ones When she get pissed, I ice her wrist and make her fuck with some gloves I love her Now my bitch, she get a Birkin if I make her mad (Yeah) Now I'm rich, I stuff a hundred in the trash bag (Yeah, yeah) Free my niggas put that on my Momma and my Dad (Yeah) Fucked her once she said that I'm the best she ever had I'm a big boss Fuck her then I make her get lost Punch you out like Kriss Kross Buck fifty what my wrist cost (Yeah, yeah) In one call, we gon' knock him off Bought a crib, moved out the loft Bad bitch and her ass too soft On this drink, I might dose off But don't sleep I might not hear my phone beep I'm at home on the gas I'll call you when I'm on E I'm at home countin' money I lose my count I'm gon' freak Bought a house the other day and gave all my thots their own key