Boss Bitch

[Intro: Too $hort] Bitch, tell that man you's a boss bitch Make some noise, raise your hand if you's a boss bitch I don't think he understand you's a boss bitch I don't think he understand you's a boss bitch [Verse 1: Iggy Azalea & Too $hort] I don't think he understand, I don't think he und– Yeah, I just came fresh off the plane to Milan And steppin' off the jet in pijams', bitch, stand Got your man in both hands I'ma sleep on these hoes, got this ease, no Xan I nail switch every two days on my fly shit Hotel, only two stays, and it's bye bitch Legs spread only two ways, it be my bitch (I don't think he understands) Super hot flame, tell a bitch, "Get off my dick" (I don't think he–) I don’t need no water I got the super sticky, I don't need no buttеr I got the hot girls, went 0-3 this summer My bitch got monеy, she don't need no come up I'm ridin' downtown, bitches'll pop down I been still ballin', you bitches are outta bounds I'm in here sittin' pretty, and bitches is locked out You touch my man, a bitch get knocked out I'm fly, and bitch, I'ma be for a hunnid years LaFerrari Coupé, crankin' a hunnid gears The money long as Runyon and I ain't runnin' there Not the four, not the three (I don't think he understands) The two, but the one in here, uh (I don't think he–) [Chorus: Too $hort] Bitch, tell that man you's a boss bitch Make some noise, raise your hand if you's a boss bitch I don't think he understand you's a boss bitch I don't think he understand, I don't think he unders– Tell that man you's a boss bitch Make some noise, raise your hand if you's a boss bitch I don't think he understand you's a boss bitch I don't think he understand you's a boss bitch [Verse 2: Iggy Azalea] Okay, ow Thirty inches in the deep wave right now Manicure, pedicure, slice up my brows Married to this fly shit, I recite my vows Called up the banker, go rewrite my balance Six million dollar home sold, it's a palace Dusty hoes cannot drink from my chalice Got the brain? Well, don't think, gimme knowledge Not the senior high school, gimme college Au revoir, ciao lil bitches and I'm back Heated floor, kitchen, midnight, I’m a snack Caught him cheatin', now he wanna come back Now every apology gotta come with a stack Birkin bags and Bottega Louis V, Prada, all of the four flavors Put me somewhere nice with no neighbours I be in their mouth, liquor with no chaser I be, club, no ID These bitches love me, they stalk my IG Got racks on racks, and I’m not YC My seat’s blood red, but I’m not YG My wrist wear sick like I’m the IV I'm schoolin' these bitches like I'm in IT Speakin' of IT, I'm the IT 'Cause bitch, I'm 'bout it whenever you try me, ay [Outro: Too $hort] I don't think he understands, I don't think he unders– Bitch, tell that man you's a boss bitch Make some noise, raise your hand if you's a boss bitch I don't think he understands you's a boss bitch I don't think he understands, I don't think he unders– Tell that man you's a boss bitch Make some noise, raise your hand if you's a boss bitch I don't think he understands you's a boss bitch I don't think he understands you's a boss bitch