[Intro]
Boss Bitch
Boss Bitch
B-Boss Bitch
Boss Bitch
And you a broke ass Bitch
And you a broke ass Bitch
And you a broke ass Bitch



[Verse]
Boss Bitch, to broke n***as I’m acting funny
Get the fuck up from me if yeen tryna spend no money
Broke n***as can’t flex, or get a crum from me
Blue hundred dollar bills keep a check on me
I’m just flexing on my ex and you next homie
I been shitting on bitches since I fucking started
And it’s smoke up in the air like a bitch farted
Big 40 on me incase a bitch get retarteded
Ion think she want the smoke better call Molly
Big horses on me like ion do the drama
Bitches still tryna figure me out
They want the lifestyle
Want me to stop right now
But I done made a million dollars before I ever hit the top
New album finna drop
Know these hoes shit flop
Diddy bop on a weak hoe
And I get it by the week hoe
Catch me in the streets hoe
Slide down yo block, best believe it ain’t for free though
Yea and you a broke ass bitch
Taking pictures with that shit
But we know who it is
And you get treated like a kid like the bitch that you is
Lil crib that you in
Big shit that you miss
Ian spitting no diss
I’m just spitting them facts, know these hoes is wack
No clap back you mad
I got more ass than Kash
Then ya mom and ya dad
Bitch get in ya bag
(and you a broke ass bitch)
Bitch step up ya cash
(and you ain’t on shit)
Low class you trash
(and I be shitting on bitches)
All my bitches is bad, yours going out sad
Bitch get in ya bag
(and you a broke ass bitch)
Bitch step up ya cash
(and you ain’t on shit)
Low class you trash
(and I be shitting on n***as)
All my bitches is bad, yours going out sad
Bitch get in ya bag
[Outro]
Boss Bitch
Boss Bitch
B-Boss Bitch
Boss Bitch