Boss Lady Lyrics - Rick Ross

To deal with a dude like me baby, you gotta be the HBIC 

The head bitch in charge callin' all the shots baby 

Can't be scared to gamble, gotta roll the dice 

Feel me? Scared money don't make none 

Shorty look I know my ego looking forty foot 

Big chain and not talkin' 'bout the naughty look 

Mine Gotti unless I'm lookin' for the sporty look 

He young and rich and bitch that go without a argument 

My kicks brown and now I'm looking for Rhianna 'n' dem 

Smoke junky kush funkier than parliament 

What's the problem then girl fuck apartments 

Move in with me on the beach now you're top ten 

You can do the spa, see a newer car 

These my feelings and I'm really feeling who you are 

Baby light brown with the right smile 

First lady and she ready for the White House 

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Baby you, you shine just like I do, just like you're supposed to 

Everyone knows you're the boss's girl 

My diamond envy of all your friends 

Big moves that we're making got us on top of the world 

You're the boss's girl 

Baby you're the boss's girl 

Said baby you're the boss's girl 

Fresh limousines, tall waterfalls 

Valet at the crib, my cars, I love em' all 

Boss lady, she the head bitch in charge 

She asks for head first so she gets it off top 

Champagne pop, rubber band knots 

Multi-millionaire no that other man not 

Let her call the shots, she want me on the top 

And the way I want it, it will be a month before I stop 

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Kinda walk funny, stumble out the bed 

Snap of her finger, niggas pickin' up her tabs 

Walking through the mall, got me carrying her bags 

I gotta pause 'cause this muthafuckas bad 

Baby you, you shine just like I do, just like you're supposed to 

Everyone knows you're the boss's girl 

My diamond envy of all your friends 

Big moves that we're making got us on top of the world 

You're the boss's girl 

Baby you're the boss's girl 

Said baby you're the boss's girl 

Cruising down Collins, knocking Trick Daddy 

When I'm upset all my niggas trigger happy 

Do me a favor watch your behavior 

'Cause I'm insane, send you straight to your savior 

Looking at my savings, baby I can save ya 

Take you parasailing straight to Jamaica 

Ya man a boti boy with the bumbaclots 

You deserve better 

Six car garage, come in late night so I'm airport 

As I take flight I'm your Air Jordan 

We the world champs, come and ball with us 

Gotta take my time when I put it all in her 

Baby you, you shine just like I do, just like you're supposed to 

Everyone knows you're the boss's girl 

My diamond envy of all your friends 

Big moves that we're making got us on top of the world 

You're the boss's girl 

Baby you're the boss's girl 

Said baby you're the boss's girl