On My Mama I’m a Boss

Lyrics

[Intro] Boss Boss Boss [Hook] I'ma rock that ice, I put that on my mama I'ma shine like lights, I put that on my mama I'ma ride big wheels, I put that on my mama I'ma count dollar bills, I put that on my mama I'm a boss [Verse: 1] Yeah, I know you think you're getting cash without Crooked I I think you rappers need to ask about Crooked I I'm in the Aston Martin, smashin' out, laughin' while niggas cry Ice mixed with platinum, how sick am I? I let the watch bling bloaw, it ain't playin' wit' cha Now that's the way you freeze time without taking pictures What up, baby? Yeah, you got the right shape, sister Now you need a boss about his change like a shape shifter I hit you strip club freaks with them racks Throwin' dough up in the air like I'm making pizza from scratch That's why them gold diggers want a piece of my scraps Got no cheese for you rats, baby, these are the facts Crooked is hood money chasing industry paper If you don't know the biz, go listen to vapers I keep an extra fly bitch in the scraper Sharpton and Jesse hate me, fuck it, this is for gangsters [Hook] I'ma rock that ice, I put that on my mama I'ma shine like lights, I put that on my mama I'ma ride big wheels, I put that on my mama I'ma count dollar bills, I put that on my mama I'm a boss (I'm a boss) I put that on my mama I'm a boss (I'm a boss) I put that on my mama I'm a boss (Are you a boss?) I put that on my mama I'm a boss (I'm a boss) I put that on my mama (Ayy) [Verse: 2] A boss, a two seater when you see me come I floss, these freaks thinkin' he must be the one You loud mouths about to see the gun And then become silent like the "B" in dumb just for bein' dumb I caught the boys slick talkin' and it been on since I'm from the LBC but I don't hang around no old pimps Your old ass fell off, you need a pace maker Your clothes didn't sell, nah, you ain't a taste maker Now, okay, let me hit you with some real talk I'm pimping my ride before the price sticker gets peeled off Now, okay, if I say how much the wheels cost You would say that I was a lil' off, I'm a real boss My flow is like liquid like I got too much fluid in the lungs Nah, screw it, I'm just fluent with the tongue Soon as I walk in the club, the foolishness begun My dude, I'm street money, son, doing this for fun [Hook] I'ma rock that ice, I put that on my mama I'ma shine like lights, I put that on my mama I'ma ride big wheels, I put that on my mama I'ma count dollar bills, I put that on my mama I'm a boss (I'm a boss) I put that on my mama I'm a boss (I'm a boss) I put that on my mama I'm a boss (Are you a boss?) I put that on my mama I'm a boss (I'm a boss) I put that on my mama (Ayy) [Verse: 3] We in the club, deep as super hedge cocaine Me and my thugs thick as hoes, face gold chains It's full of slugs and I name my pistol Rogaine That's a hair trigger, yeah, nigga, slow your roll, man I'm still waitin' on somebody to bring the west back I got the west on my back like a fresh tat', gotta respect that And when your block is hotter than gonorrhea piss Bang to this until your neck snap I'm getting at them best rappers alive I eat your spirit like soul food, rare snapper in fries X-Factor, quit acting surprised The head snatching, leg clapper, man, I wish dead rappers could rise Y'all whack, I'm sipping on yak From humongous bottles A mean swing like my chain was trained by custom auto See, I'm accustomed to them custom autos Living like I won the lotto, y'all know That's the hustler's motto [Hook] I'ma rock that ice, I put that on my mama I'ma shine like lights, I put that on my mama I'ma ride big wheels, I put that on my mama I'ma count dollar bills, I put that on my mama I'm a boss (I'm a boss) I put that on my mama I'm a boss (I'm a boss) I put that on my mama I'm a boss (Are you a boss?) I put that on my mama I'm a boss (I'm a boss) I put that on my mama (Ayy) [Outro] Boss Boss Boss