Bossy Lady

[Intro: Rick Ross]

To deal with a dude like me, baby, you gotta be the HBIC

The head bitch in charge, callin' all the shots, baby

Can't be scared to gamble

Gotta roll the dice

Feel me? Scared money don't make none

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

Shorty, look, I know my ego lookin' forty foot

Big chain, not talkin' 'bout the naughty look

Mine gaudy 'less I'm goin' for the sporty look

He young and rich and, bitch, that go without an argument

My kicks brown, now I'm lookin' for Rihanna and 'em

Smoke junkie kush funkier than Parliament

What's the problem then? Girl, fuck your 'partment

Move in with me on the beach, now you top ten

You could do the spa (Spa), see a newer car (Ah)

These my feelings and I'm really feelin' who you are (Yes)

Baby light brown (Brown) with the right smile (Ha)

First lady and she ready for the White House

[Chorus: Ne-Yo]

Baby, you

You shine just like I do

Just like you're supposed to

Everyone knows you're the boss's girl

My diamond

Envy of all your friends

These moves that we're making

Got us on top of the world

You're the boss's girl, oh (I got nothin' but love for you, baby)

Baby, you're the boss's girl, oh (I love to pay your bills, it excites me, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)

Said, baby, you're the boss's girl (Real talk)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Stretch limousines, tall waterfalls

Valet at the crib, my cars, I love 'em all

Boss lady, she the head bitch in charge

She ask for head first, so she gets it off the top

Champagne pop, rubber band knots

Multi-millionaire, I know that other man not

Let her call the shots, she want me on the top

And the way I want it, it'll be a month before I stop

Kind of walk funny, stumble out the pad

Snap of her finger, niggas pickin up her tabs

Walkin' through the mall, got me carryin' her bags

I gotta pause 'cause this motherfucker bad

[Chorus: Ne-Yo]

Baby, you

You shine just like I do

Just like you're supposed to

Everyone knows you're the boss's girl

My diamond

Envy of all your friends

These moves that we're making

Got us on top of the world

You're the boss's girl, oh (I love you, baby)

Baby, you're the boss's girl, oh (I feel good with me, just sayin', baby, I love you)

Said, baby, you're the boss's girl

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]

Cruisin' down Collins, knockin' Trick Daddy

When I'm upset, all my niggas trigger happy

Do me a favor, watch your behavior

'Cause I'm insane, send you straight to your savior

Lookin' at my savings, baby, I can save you

Take you parasailin', straight to Jamaica

Your man a batty boy, what the bumbaclot?

You deserve better, six-car garage

Come in late night, so I'm airportin'

As I take fright, I'm your Air Jordan

We the world champs, come and ball with us

Gotta take my time when I put it all in her

[Chorus: Ne-Yo]

Baby, you

You shine just like I do

Just like you're supposed to

Everyone knows you're the boss's girl

My diamond

Envy of all your friends

These moves that we're making

Got us on top of the world

You're the boss's girl, oh

Baby, you're the boss's girl, oh

Said, baby, you're the boss's girl