The Bosslady Interlude

[Chorus]
The boss lady, the boss lady
The boss lady, the boss lady
The boss lady, the boss lady
The boss lady, the boss lady

[Chorus]
The boss lady, the boss lady
The boss lady, the boss lady
The boss lady, the boss lady
The boss lady, the boss lady (Mwah, mwah)

[Verse]
The bossiest, my wrist the frostiest
And out of me and yo' music, my shit the sauciest
Think I'ma need some tissue the way I'm shittin' on bitches
Y'all can't ride with me, I'm gone, I'm out here tippin' on bitches
You ain't poppin' lil' mama, quit the actin' lil' faggot
Body right, lil' ho, you shaped just like a easter basket
I peep the fake shit, so sick of the fakin'
Watch out for thе boss, 'cause ya spot what I'm takin'
I shiggity shake this ass, he gon' throw a lot of cash
Hе gon' ride past ya girl, he gon' spin back, like give me that
I just be chillin' in my palace, hottie with a body up in Dallas
How you talkin' down on me but yo' bank account in a negative balance? (Huh?)
That's funny, let me give you some money
I feel so bad for you sweetie, you look so bummy
Whole bunch of spice to match my ice
Wanna play? Roll the dice
Rat face bitch, I got some cheese for you, want a slice?
(Ah-ha, ha-ha, ah-ha, ha-ha-ha)
And um, you address me as (Mwah, mwah)

[Chorus]
The boss lady (Yeah), the boss lady (I am)
The boss lady (I go by), the boss lady (Ah-ha, ha)
The boss lady (Address me as), the boss lady
The boss lady (The motherfuckin' boss lady, huh), the boss lady