Big Boss lyrics - Lil Wayne & Rich The Kid

 Now my bitch, she get a Birkin if I make her mad (Bitch)

Now I'm rich, I stuff a hundred in the trash bag (Rich)

Free my niggas put that on my Momma and my Dad

Fucked her once she said that I'm the best she ever had

I'm a big boss (Yeah)

Fuck her then I make her get lost (Yeah)

Punch you out like Kriss Kross (Yeah)

Buck fifty what my wrist cost (Yeah)

In one call, we gon' knock him off (Yeah)

Bought a crib, moved out the loft (Yeah)

Bad bitch and her ass too soft (Yeah)

On this drink, I might dose off (Yeah, big boss)

I don't need no friends

Maybach drop a truck, I pre-order a Benz

That's your Baby Momma, knock her right down like a bowling pin (Bowling pin)

Got a hundred bands on me right now and an F & N (Right now)

Just started, I ain't finished yet

Left the quarantine with a bigger check

Made four mil just to be correct

I could buy a Patek, put it on your neck

Or I mean, put it on your head

Give a fuck what ya'll think, gon' end up dead

Beam on him and it might be red

Didn't kill a nigga, fucked his bitch instead

Bottega I'm an addict (Addict)

I just met this bitch last night, she called me "Daddy" (Daddy)

Fucked her in the Cadi

Call herself a baddie (Woo)

Send her fifty thousand in a Uber, what's the addy?

I'm rich

Now my bitch, she get a Birkin if I make her mad (Bitch)

Now I'm rich, I stuff a hundred in the trash bag (Rich)

Free my niggas put that on my Momma and my Dad

Fucked her once she said that I'm the best she ever had

I'm a big boss (Yeah)

Fuck her then I make her get lost (Yeah)

Punch you out like Kriss Kross (Yeah)

Buck fifty what my wrist cost (Yeah)

In one call, we gon' knock him off (Yeah)

Bought a crib, moved out the loft (Yeah)

Bad bitch and her ass too soft (Yeah)

On this drink, I might dose off (Yeah)

But don't sleep

I might not hear my phone beep

I'm at home on the gas

I'll 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 their 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 imma target

My Momma wish I would bargain

But I walk it like I talk it

Money talk and they arguin'

I put my trust in the funds

Make her dust off them 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 fuck with some gloves

I love her

Now my bitch, she get a Birkin if I make her mad (Yeah)

Now I'm rich, I stuff a hundred in the trash bag (Yeah, yeah)

Free my niggas put that on my Momma and my Dad (Yeah)

Fucked her once she said that I'm the best she ever had

I'm a big boss

Fuck her then I make her get lost

Punch you out like Kriss Kross

Buck fifty what my wrist cost (Yeah, yeah)

In one call, we gon' knock him off

Bought a crib, moved out the loft

Bad bitch and her ass too soft

On this drink, I might dose off

But don't sleep

I might not hear my phone beep

I'm at home on the gas

I'll 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 their own key