Bout It

Yea I'm Bossin, I'm flossin I'm hot, you not I'm bout it, you doubt it Your loud, I'm quiet I move in silence, I make it, you buy it I'm real, you fake it Little bitch Pull up in the spot and I'm flauntin my shit Sexy ass bitch, big ass no tits Middle finger up to my competition This ones for the haters, hope you fuckers listenin bla Catch me in the kitchen, yeah I'm cookin (yeah I'm cookin) Walking past the dudes and they lookin (you can't have it) Big duffle bag with the papers In my whip mother fucker see you later Hair tied back for when I ride it I make your eyes roll back when you inside it I'm a freak if you treat me like a queen I'm all about that money na mean Mercedes Benz whatever you call it The Gucci, the Louis, the fendi, I want it Fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up Back it up back it up back it up I put my money where my mouth is and I let it do the talking Yea I'm Bossin, I'm flossin I'm hot, you not I'm bout it, you doubt it Your loud, I'm quiet I move in silence, I make it, you buy it I'm real, you fake it Little bitch Flicker the ice on my wrist Ain't got time for a bitch Miss me with that bullshit, sipping on my tea I made your career, you just copy me Monkey me, monkey do, everything a monkey see I bang I boogie, You say you know me Your not my homie You are a phoney I don't have time For cheese and wine I break my bread With those that grind. I'm a bad bitch, Ima need an applause All my bitches real, we got real big balls I don't take no shit, only take long dick Got a hundred miss calls I speak to no frauds aye Places, I be going places Ima play my hand like I'm always holding aces Bitches talking shit, finna turn up to my gig Sing the words to all my records right before they take a pic Yea I'm Bossin, I'm flossin I'm hot, you not I'm bout it, you doubt it Your loud, I'm quiet I move in silence, I make it, you buy it I'm real, you fake it Little bitch