Cuban Doll

"Cap"

[Intro]
Boss b*tch
Boss b*tch
B-Boss b*tch
Boss b*tch
And you a broke ass b*tch
And you a broke ass b*tch
And you a broke ass b*tch



[Verse]
Boss b*tch, to broke n*ggas I’m acting funny
Get the f*ck up from me if yeen tryna spend no money
Broke n*ggas can’t flex, or get a crum from me
Blue hundred dollar bills keep a check on me
I’m just flexing on my ex and you next homie
I been sh*tting on b*tches since I f*cking started
And it’s smoke up in the air like a b*tch farted
Big 40 on me incase a b*tch get retarteded
Ion think she want the smoke better call Molly
Big horses on me like ion do the drama
b*tches still tryna figure me out
They want the lifestyle
Want me to stop right now
But I done made a million dollars before I ever hit the top
New album finna drop
Know these hoes sh*t flop
Diddy bop on a weak hoe
And I get it by the week hoe
Catch me in the streets hoe
Slide down yo block, best believe it ain’t for free though
Yea and you a broke ass b*tch
Taking pictures with that sh*t
But we know who it is
And you get treated like a kid like the b*tch that you is
Lil crib that you in
Big sh*t that you miss
Ian spitting no diss
I’m just spitting them facts, know these hoes is wack
No clap back you mad
I got more ass than Kash
Then ya mom and ya dad
b*tch get in ya bag
(and you a broke ass b*tch)
b*tch step up ya cash
(and you ain’t on sh*t)
Low class you trash
(and I be sh*tting on b*tches)
All my b*tches is bad, yours going out sad
b*tch get in ya bag
(and you a broke ass b*tch)
b*tch step up ya cash
(and you ain’t on sh*t)
Low class you trash
(and I be sh*tting on n*ggas)
All my b*tches is bad, yours going out sad
b*tch get in ya bag

[Outro]
Boss b*tch
Boss b*tch
B-Boss b*tch
Boss b*tch

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