Boss Now (I’m On Fire)* lyrics

[Intro]
I feel like a—
I feel like a boss now, b*tch, you fired
I feel like a boss now (Haha), I'm on fire (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Uh, yeah (Ya dig?)

[Chorus]
I feel like a boss now, b*tch, you fired
I don't have no off days, I'm on fire
Yeezy on my feet, b*tch, I heard it through the wire
These n*ggas getting old, they should retire
Look at my attire, huh, b*tch, I'm flyer
These n*ggas my little ones, pacifier
I tell my own story, me no need a writer
So b*tch, listen up, while I write it, yeah

[Verse]
b*tch, I'm in New York, sippin' drop
I ain't Carti, Milly Rock
When I pull up in that 'Rari, drop-top
Keep a .40 with a 30 by my crotch
I remember havin' dimebags in my socks
Now I can put a Rollie by my watch
Black, so I got the police on my c*ck
Huh, f*ck 12, get off
I know they p*ssed off, 'cause a n*gga winnin'
I'm the champion, like Queen, huh
b*tches on my phone say they need a di*k to lean on
But when I was broke, they wasn't tryna link up
Now they gon' f*ck on my gang to get closer, uh
[Bridge]
Does that give you closure?
Does that give you closure?
I know that you mad, that you ain't invited over
Does that give you closure?
Does that give you closure?
I know that you mad, that you ain't invited over

[Chorus]
I feel like a boss now, b*tch, you fired
I don't have no off days, I'm on fire
Yeezy on my feet, b*tch, I heard it through the wire
These n*ggas getting old, they should retire
Look at my attire, huh, b*tch, I'm flyer
These n*ggas my little ones, pacifier
I tell my own story, me no need a writer
So b*tch, listen up, while I write it, yeah