[Hook] 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... [Verse 1] 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 down?! 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 [Hook 2] 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 [Verse 2] 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 I 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 [Interlude] I hear you... When I'm back on the prowl You bitches better have my money Cause I'm comin' for you Ooh, ooh... [Bridge] 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 [Outro] Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star bitch is (x2) 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