Rick Ross - Boss Lady Lyrics

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

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

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