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 don't never raw these niggas 
 More money than 'em, I'm-a son all these niggas 
 I ain't shoppin' but it's like I gotta store these niggas 
 Put 'em on time out and never call these niggas   
 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 
 You could eat it with a pussy reservation 
 Pussy 'bout to get a standin' ovation 
 Clap, clap-clap for this pussy, nigga 
 But I can't give this pussy to a pussy nigga 
 Aw, man, slow down 
 I'm-a get you something that you could hold down 
 But I can't give you head, I'm too ill for that 
 I'm-a make a movie still, kill Bill for that 
 Cause what the fuck?! This ain't Chanel, nigga, custom done?   
 What the fuck, I ain't smokin' hot?! Bust me down? 
 You the same clown nigga that was runnin' me down? 
 Now you all up in the sauce cause you wanna be down 
 I said, rule #1 to be a boss-ass bitch 
 Never let a clown nigga try to play you 
 If he play you, then rule #2 
 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 3: I'm the school T 
 My wrist look like I am a jewel thief 
 But that's just cause I am a boss bitch 
 That 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, bitch   
 If he catch my drift he could catch my jizz 
 I be out in Cali runnin' all my businesses 
 I be out in Cali watchin' back my Christmas vids 
 Everytime 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 their T's and dot their I 
 I came back, bitches' flow 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'm-a 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'm-a destroy chicks a lot 
 Oh, but on the real, I'm in album mode 
 Just dropped this freestyle before 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 comin' for you 
 Oh, oh   
 Uh, okay 
 I order rich bitch sauce 
 Rich bitch cold: got a rich bitch cough 
 Which bitch want it? I go rich bitch off 
 Cause you know my style gettin' 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 go rich bitch off 
 And you know my style gettin' bit, ripped-off 
 Off! Off! Off! Off! Off! Off! Off!   
 I'm a bo-I'm a boss 
 Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star bitch is 
 Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star bitch is 
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 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 5 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