Lil Wayne & Rich The Kid - Big Boss lyrics

[Intro: Rich The Kid] Big dog, yeah [Chorus: Rich The Kid] Now I bet she get a Birkin if I make her mad (b*tch) (Hurt, what it do?) Now I’m rich, I stuff a hundred in the trash bag (Rich) Free my ni**as, put that on my mama and my dad fu*ked her once, she say I’m the best she ever had (Bloublood, know what I'm sayin'?) I’m a big boss, fu*k her then I make her get lost Cross ya out like criss cross Buck fifty what my wrist cost Just one call, we gon’ knock em’ off Bought a crib, look at the loft Bad b*tch and the ass too soft On the drank, I might doze off (Big boss) [Verse 1: Rich The Kid] 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 quarantinе with a bigger check Made four mill's just to bе correct Had to buy a Patek, put it on yo' neck Or I mean put it on yo' head If they fu*k with ya'll they gone end up dead Beam on 'em and it might be red Ain't kill a ni**a, fu*ked his b*tch instead Bottega, I'ma addict I just met the b*tch last night , she call me daddy fu*ked her in the, Caddy Call herself a baddie Send her fifty thousand in an Uber, what's the, addy? (I'm rich) [Chorus: Rich The Kid] Now I bet she get a Birkin if I make her mad Now I’m rich, I stuff a hundred in the trash bag (Rich) Free my ni**as, put that on my mama and my dad fu*ked her once, she say I’m the best she ever had I’m a big boss, fu*k her then I make her get lost Cross ya out like criss cross Buck fifty what my wrist cost Just one call, we gon’ knock em’ off Bought a crib, look at the loft Bad b*tch and the ass too soft On the drank, I might doze off (Big boss) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] But don't sleep I might not hear my phone beep I’m at home on the gas, I call you when I’m on E I’m at home countin’ money I lose my count, I'm gon' freak Bought a house the other day and gave all my thots they own key I do it bigger than bosses With all these sticks', 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 dust off the ones I drop some Tuss in my punch, then drop some nuts on her gums Chuck the deuce up but to her that's just a couple of ones When she get pissed, I ice her wrist and make her fu*k with some gloves I love her [Chorus: Rich The Kid] 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) Free my ni**as, put that on my mama and my dad fu*ked her once, she say I’m the best she ever had I’m a big boss, fu*k her then I make her get lost Cross ya out like criss cross Buck fifty what my wrist cost Just one call, we gon’ knock em’ off (Yeah, yeah) Bought a crib, look at the loft Bad b*tch and the ass too soft On the drank, I might doze off [Outro: Lil Wayne] But don't sleep I might not hear my phone beep I’m at home on the gas, I call you when I’m on E I’m at home countin’ money I lose my count, I'm gon' freak Bought a house the other day and gave all my thots they own key