Boss Bitch

Boss Bitch Lyrics

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I need me a boss b**ch, a trill b**ch, a real b**ch
One that I can chill and just be cool with
She savage, one that I can get a bag with
I’m just tryna f**k her, run in mansions, I live lavish
I need me a smart b**ch (Smart)
Good head, go dumb on the dick
I need me a b**ch that know some pornstar sh*t
I need me a b**ch right by my side gettin’ rich
Need me a b**ch that got baguettes on her wrist

[Verse 1: Rich the Kid]
I need me a bad b**ch (Bad b**ch), boss her up if she average
I just need a girl to cook me breakfast, I got four kids
And big bro brought me dinner to the jet, what your hoe did?
She hop on the dick and then she ride like a moped
She be tryna go out with her friends, I tell her “Go ‘head”
You be tryna lock it down, but you ain’t gettin’ no bread
I just need a b**ch to stay down like a airbed
I’ll make sure she look good on a Hermés
And you can be your best, and all the reason why I’m stressed
On my lap like a present, last nigga was a peasent
Call the jet, I’m send it, ain’t no budget, I’ma spin it
sh*t be different when I’m in it, you been gone for a minute

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I need me a boss b**ch, a trill b**ch, a real b**ch
One that I can chill and just be cool with
She savage, one that I can get a bag with
I’m just tryna f**k her, run in mansions, I live lavish
I need me a smart b**ch (Smart)
Good head, go dumb on the dick
I need me a b**ch that know some pornstar sh*t
I need me a b**ch right by my side gettin’ rich
Need me a b**ch that got baguettes on her wrist

[Verse 2: Coi Leray]
Yeah, I like a, uh, hood nigga, uh (Nigga)
Rich nigga, uh, big spender, uh (Yeah)
I like a nigga who give it up
He take me out to his city, uh, say “Bae, you pretty”, uh
The way he looked me in my eyes I could tell that boy was f**kin’ with me (Yeah)
Ayy, so we bust that life on big street
I throw it back and turned around, I told him eat, eat
He said he like a lil’ savage, a lil’ freak, freak
He said he like lil’ b**ches, a lil’ petite
Only f**kin’ in designer, Balmain sheets
You know I’m f**kin’ with you baby, is you f**kin’ with me?
Is you f**kin’ with that lame b**ch, is you f**kin’ with me?
I’m gone ride for you, is you gone ride for me?

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I need me a boss b**ch, a trill b**ch, a real b**ch
One that I can chill and just be cool with
She savage, one that I can get a bag with
I’m just tryna f**k her, run in mansions, I live lavish
I need me a smart b**ch (Smart)
Good head, go dumb on the dick
I need me a b**ch that know some pornstar sh*t
I need me a b**ch right by my side gettin’ rich
Need me a b**ch that got baguettes on her wrist