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