• 標題:Big Boss
  • 歌手:Lil Wayne;Rich The Kid
  • 專輯:Trust Fund Babies
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    作词 : Jason Goldberg/Dwayne Carter/Dimitri Roger/Aaron Gilfenbain/khalil barrett/Isaiah Blouir/Tom Insana
    作曲 : Jason Goldberg/Dwayne Carter/Dimitri Roger/Aaron Gilfenbain/khalil barrett/Isaiah Blouir/Tom Insana
    Big dog, yeah
    Now I bet she get a Birkin if I make her mad (Bitch)
    (Hurt, what it do?)
    Now I’m rich, I stuff a hundred in the trash bag (Rich)
    Free my niggas, put that on my mama and my dad
    ****ed her once, she say I’m the best she ever had
    I’m a big boss, **** her then I make her get lost
    Cross ya out like criss cross
    Buck fifty on my wrist, dog
    Just one call, we gon’ knock em’ off
    Bought a crib, look at the loft
    Bad bitch and the ass too soft
    On the drank, I might doze off (Big boss)
    I don’t need no friends
    Maybach drop a truck, I preorder a Benz
    That’s yo’ baby mama? Knock her right down like a bowling pin
    Got a hundred bands on me right now and an F&N (Right now)
    Just started, I ain't finish yet
    Left the quarantine with a bigger check
    Made four mill's just to be correct
    Had to buy a Patek, put it on yo' neck
    Or I mean put it on yo' head
    [?] niggas end up dead
    Beam on 'em and it might be red
    Ain't kill a nigga, ****ed his bitch instead
    [?], I'ma addict
    I just met the bitch last night , she call me daddy
    ****ed her in the, Caddy
    [?] baddie
    Send her fifty thousand in an Uber
    what's the, addy? (I'm rich)
    Now I bet she get a Birkin if I make her mad
    But don't sleep
    I might not hear my phone beep
    I’m at home on gas, I call you when I’m on E
    I’m at home countin’ money
    I lose my money count, I'm gon' freak
    Bought a house the other day and gave my thots they own key
    I do it bigger than bosses
    With all theses stickes, we golfin'
    With all this drip, it's a faucet
    Turn all the pictures to portraits
    Got too rich, I'm a target
    My mama wish I would bargin'
    But I walk it like I talk it
    Money talkin', they arguin'
    I put my trust into funds
    Make her [?] off the ones
    I drop some Tuss in my punch, then drop some nuts on her gums
    Chuck the duse up to her, that's just a couple of ones
    When she get pissed, I ice her wrist and make er **** with some gloves
    I love her
    Now I bet she get a Birkin if I make her mad (Yeah)
    Now I’m rich, I stuff a hundred in the trash bag (Rich) (Yeah, yeah)
    Just one call, we gon’ knock em’ off (Yeah, yeah)
    On the drank, I might doze off