First Name Boss Last Name Lady Lyrics

Presenting you First Name Boss Last Name Lady Lyrics by Fifth Harmony. The song name is BO$$.

First Name Boss Last Name Lady Lyrics

Woah! Woah!

Every day is payday
Swipe my card, then I do the Nae Nae
You’re talking to a lady
I want a Kanye-ye, not a Ray J
So that’s a no-no
I’m a Maybach and you’s a Volvo
This convo beat like Dre-e
I already know whatcha tryna say

You say that you a baller and I see you tryna holla
But that ain’t how I was brought up, next
Working for the money ’cause that’s what my mama taught me
So your ass better show me some respect

Bo$$, Michelle Obama
Purse all heavy, getting Oprah dollars
Bo$$, Michelle Obama
Purse all heavy, getting Oprah dollars
Bo$$, Michelle Obama
Purse all heavy, getting Oprah dollars
Bo$$, Michelle Obama
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C-O-N-F-I-D-E-N-T, that’s me, I’m confident
Don’t want yo compliments, use common sense
I’m on my Michelle Obama (Shhh)
Shut your mouth
Boy, I think you know who run this house
I ain’t thirsting for no bae
‘Cause I already know whatcha tryna say

You say that you a baller and I see you tryna holla
But that ain’t how I was brought up, next
Working for the money ’cause that’s what my mama taught me
So your ass better show me some respect

Bo$$, Michelle Obama
Purse all heavy, getting Oprah dollars (Woah, oh)
Bo$$, Michelle Obama
Purse all heavy, getting Oprah dollars (Woah, oh)
Bo$$, Michelle Obama
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Bo$$, Michelle Obama
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I pledge allegiance to my independent girls in here, ooh baby
So if you’re with us, come on let me hear you say, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh-huh, hey, hey, uh-huh, hey, hey
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da, I see you

You say that you a baller and I see you tryna holla
But that ain’t how I was brought up, next (No-o-o-o)
Working for the money ’cause that’s what my mama taught me
So your ass better show me some respect

Bo$$, Michelle Obama
Purse all heavy, getting Oprah dollars
Bo$$, Michelle Obama
Purse all heavy, getting Oprah dollars
Bo$$, Michelle Obama
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Bo$$, Michelle Obama
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(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Woohoo!
Oh

OR

Fire Squad Fast Money sh^t
Yeee
My ni^^a Smoove done made it home ni^^a
Boss Wood
Ya
I’m back up in the spot and ‘m ready for mortal combat
Looking for a target that I can point out and launch at
ni^^as ain’t that smart for coming where I be hunting at
I’ma take that artery where the blood get pumped at
Feed it to my K-9 companion and make her sit for me
That ain’t the only bi^^h that I’m training to do a trick for me
All I do is point wit my finger and i say sick something
Running through them pockets thats how I was taught to lick something
bi^^h I’m in the field like a bell of cotton I’m too hot
Going underground with Harriet Tubman and cool out
All them ni^^as thats been making up rules get ruled out
Name a ni^^a that can take me to school
School’s out
I’ma beat em like a bully by the flag pole
I pledge allegiance to being a true a^^hole
I remember days when the heater was the gas stove
Now I’m calling Pyro for the beat to put that gas on
You don’t understand I got a plan for the this sh^t
We can rent a van to expand and get rich
All these hoes mad get yo hands off my d^^k
bi^^h I’m not of fan of trying to smash something quick
All I do is work and go home and get my bars up
Check a couple homework a^^ignments play with they moma
Waiting on my cellular phone to get back charged up
Then I’m back to looking for rappers who want to start something
I done gave out more tombstones than Undertaker
They take the greatest rappers alive and under rate em
You rapper ni^^as ain’t my size they under weighed em
This how you look a bull in the eyes and ándale em
That Fire Squad Fast Money sh^t all us
40 glock every hand count of 3 all bust
30 clip thats a d^^k make a flick yall f^^ked
Tell whoever on that sided still alive
That was luck
bi^^h

I’m still on they a^^
Pick a track and have a blast
Tell me shoot me
Who still doing bad
Boy that paper come in bags
Likes loose leaf
Take a fans who embracing who I am
ni^^a you sleep
My first name Sam
Last name what I lay inside yo boo sheet

I’m back up in this bi^^h like I majored in gynecology
Shooting for the stars that 40 studied astrology
I was taught get even before accepting apologies
I was 17 when I started taking my own shots
I was 23 when I started bringing that gold out
I was 26 when I started taking them loans out
So in my near future I’m looking for sh^t to own now
Put me in the game my ni^^a we going virtual
Better mind yo business before I come make it personal
Cut through yo abdominal tissue this sh^t get surgical
Have it where yo moma tell people she never heard of you
I’ma take this lil bi^^y dream and make it life size
ni^^a want to see me deceased I tell em likewise
If I see you throwing a peace that’s the ight sign
If you see me throwing a piece I’m dodging life time
You don’t want no smoke ni^^a
Ga^^ed up hope u choke ni^^a
This what happen when you vigorously provoke ni^^as
f^^k a rapper wrap a rapper in yellow oak ni^^a
We gone see if them Florida gators let you float ni^^a
We go
Super hard in the paint ni^^a
Beast mode
I’m Marshawn on that drank ni^^a
Keep hoes
And large funds in that bank ni^^a
Reload
It’s Fire Squad what you thank ni^^a

I’m still on they a^^
Pick a track and have a blast
Tell me shoot me
Who still doing bad
Boy that paper come in bags
Likes loose leaf
Take a fans who embracing who I am
ni^^a you sleep
My first name Sam
Last name what I lay inside yo boo sheet

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