Boss

Album: Everything Is Love (2018)
Charted: 77
  • Ain't nothing to it, real one
    Ain't nothing to it, boss
    Ain't nothing to it (nothin' to it), real one
    Ain't nothing to it (there's nothing), boss

    I pay the cost, who 'gon take it off (take it off)
    I record then I ball (then I ball), I ignored a lot of calls (click, click)
    You ain't talking about nothing, I ain't got no time
    Got that dinero on my mind
    Ooh, I got real problems just like you (bitch!)
    Tell that bitch, "I don't like you" (I don't fuck with you!)

    Ain't nothing to it, real one
    Ain't nothing to it (nothin' to it), boss
    Ain't nothing to it (nothin' to it), real one
    Ain't nothing to it (nothin' to it), I boss
    Ooh, real one, uh, I'm a boss

    (Let me get 'em, Bey) oh yeah
    Hundred million crib, three million watch, all facts
    No cap, false, nigga, you not a boss, you got a boss
    Niggas getting jerked, that shit hurts, I take it personally
    Niggas rather work for the man than to work with me
    Just so they can pretend they on my level, that shit is irkin' to me
    Pride always goeth before the fall, almost certainly
    It's disturbing what I gross (what I gross!)
    Survey says you not even close (not even close)
    Everybody's bosses 'til it's time to pay for the office
    'Til them invoices, separate the men from the boys, over here
    We measure success by how many people successful next to you
    Here we say you broke if everybody else broke except for you
    Boss!

    Ain't nothing to it, real one (real one)
    Ain't nothing to it (nothin' to it), boss (boss, boss, boss)
    Ain't nothing to it (nothin' to it), real one (real one)
    Ain't nothing to it (nothin' to it), a boss
    Ooh, real one, I'm a boss, oh, yeah

    Ain't nothing to it, I boss so I bought my momma a whip
    My great-great-grandchildren already rich
    That's a lot of brown chi'r'en on your Forbes list
    Probably looking around my compound on my fortress, boss
    I be ridin' around with my seat reclining
    Droppin' my daughter off at school every morning
    We slammin' car doors, I be true balling on these bum boy
    You ain't talking about nothing, I ain't got no time, boss
    Chill, tell them paps they gotta relax (you tried it!)
    Toes in the sand, momma gettin' fat stacks

    Ain't nothing to it (nothin' to it), real one (real one)
    Ain't nothing to it (nothin' to it), boss (boss)
    Ain't nothing to it (nothin' to it), real one (real one)
    Ain't nothing to it (nothin' to it), I boss
    Ooh, real one, I'm a boss, oh, yeah

    Ooh, ooh, I'm a boss
    Shout out to Rumi and Sir, love, Blue Writer/s: Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, Dernest II Emile, Shawn Corey Carter, Tyrone William Jr. Griffin
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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