Bitch I'm a boss
Dripping that water like I work for voss
Like a red light I'm posted on the street and dare you to cross
Back of the Maybach eating good I think I'm Rick Ross
Running through these hoes I tasted every lip gloss
I just lost the brain
Whip is insane
Easing the pain
With the lean
Fresh as f*ck
Can't find a stain
Still gon' f*ck
If she not my main
Readjust the clocks
Put 'em on ice cream
They say money talks
I scream
I went from rags to riches
Why you be acting different?
I f*ck the baddest bitches
My strokes be different
Swear to god I'm gifted
My spirits lifted
All my shit unlisted
Can't remember the last time I thrifted
F*ck it crash the benz
Just got it back
Whip it again
Can't stay sober
Sipping again
Fuel for my motor
Bring out that gin
Bad bitch she wear latex tighter than skin
I send that late text for some late sex
Then we get it in
Once again sipping codeine on a morning flight
I'm not too f*cked up help me on stage I be aight
Don't tryna hang around me if you're scared of height
I be on top since my pockets fat they can't take it light
Bitch I'm a boss
Dripping that water like I work for voss
Like a red light I'm posted on the street and dare you to cross
Back of the Maybach eating good I think I'm Rick Ross
Running through these hoes I tasted every lip gloss
I just lost the brain
Whip is insane
Easing the pain
With the lean
Fresh as f*ck
Can't find a stain
Still gon' f*ck
If she not my main
Readjust the clocks
Put 'em on ice cream
They say money talks
I scream
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Bitch I'm a boss
Dripping that water like I work for voss
Like a red light I'm posted on the street and dare you to cross
Back of the Maybach eating good I think I'm Rick Ross
Running through these hoes I tasted every lip gloss
I just lost the brain
Whip is insane
Easing the pain
With the lean
Fresh as f*ck
Can't find a stain
Still gon' f*ck
If she not my main
Readjust the clocks
Put 'em on ice cream
They say money talks
I scream
I went from rags to riches
Why you be acting different?
I f*ck the baddest bitches
My strokes be different
Swear to god I'm gifted
My spirits lifted
All my shit unlisted
Can't remember the last time I thrifted
F*ck it crash the benz
Just got it back
Whip it again
Can't stay sober
Sipping again
Fuel for my motor
Bring out that gin
Bad bitch she wear latex tighter than skin
I send that late text for some late sex
Then we get it in
Once again sipping codeine on a morning flight
I'm not too f*cked up help me on stage I be aight
Don't tryna hang around me if you're scared of height
I be on top since my pockets fat they can't take it light
Bitch I'm a boss
Dripping that water like I work for voss
Like a red light I'm posted on the street and dare you to cross
Back of the Maybach eating good I think I'm Rick Ross
Running through these hoes I tasted every lip gloss
I just lost the brain
Whip is insane
Easing the pain
With the lean
Fresh as f*ck
Can't find a stain
Still gon' f*ck
If she not my main
Readjust the clocks
Put 'em on ice cream
They say money talks
I scream
Dripping that water like I work for voss
Like a red light I'm posted on the street and dare you to cross
Back of the Maybach eating good I think I'm Rick Ross
Running through these hoes I tasted every lip gloss
I just lost the brain
Whip is insane
Easing the pain
With the lean
Fresh as f*ck
Can't find a stain
Still gon' f*ck
If she not my main
Readjust the clocks
Put 'em on ice cream
They say money talks
I scream
I went from rags to riches
Why you be acting different?
I f*ck the baddest bitches
My strokes be different
Swear to god I'm gifted
My spirits lifted
All my shit unlisted
Can't remember the last time I thrifted
F*ck it crash the benz
Just got it back
Whip it again
Can't stay sober
Sipping again
Fuel for my motor
Bring out that gin
Bad bitch she wear latex tighter than skin
I send that late text for some late sex
Then we get it in
Once again sipping codeine on a morning flight
I'm not too f*cked up help me on stage I be aight
Don't tryna hang around me if you're scared of height
I be on top since my pockets fat they can't take it light
Bitch I'm a boss
Dripping that water like I work for voss
Like a red light I'm posted on the street and dare you to cross
Back of the Maybach eating good I think I'm Rick Ross
Running through these hoes I tasted every lip gloss
I just lost the brain
Whip is insane
Easing the pain
With the lean
Fresh as f*ck
Can't find a stain
Still gon' f*ck
If she not my main
Readjust the clocks
Put 'em on ice cream
They say money talks
I scream
Writer: Riccardo Rossi
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid