I'm the boss of the world, woah-ho I'm the boss of the world, woah-ho I'm the boss of the world, woah-ho I'm the boss of the world, woah-ho Can't go to state to roster my garage deep Floatin' in the foreign on massage seats Can't keep designer on the broad feet I've been watered with mineral sentiments on my dog's feet 44 Bulldog on my dog's bite Flexin' AMG, pushin' red light through the red light Spot a pussy boy with a red dot, bust a headshot They gotta send the scope, all this bread talk really fed talk Yeah, nigga, * it, get your money on Still takin' calls on this money phone Every Sunday mornin', I hit Maurice with the money *** He was major league, I'm pitchin' softball underhand This ain't for soccer mommas, this for the undergrad Niggas was the * last summer, and now they numbers down Rappers gettin' jacked for they jewels, I keep they tools with me I go Machiavelli on Hughes, brothers, bitch, you the menace Yeah, Kang, nigga And I was hittin' bitches I'm talkin' about, I was hittin' R&B bitches When the niggas was broke and *, you know what I'm sayin', niggas You know what I'm sayin'? Platinum bitches, you know what I mean? Bitches on the charts, you feel me? Yeah You know what I mean? Kang C Yeah, nigga, * it, get your money on Still takin' calls on this money phone Every Sunday mornin', Keisha hit me with the money *** Touch down in the shine, make that pussy do the money dance I should have a tux on in this bitch, me and money make holy matrimony Shot caller, put them shooters on you like D'Antoni, top dollar Lock me up and I make double, I know, big baller Father, you my son, like Lanzo Entertainer with a lot of trap contacts We pushin' packs, cause in this rappin' ain't no max contracts With 50 on the nigga head, that's a trap contract And catch him with a car full and push they whole * back Cease in the 600, push they whole * back I flip a flow and do a show and get the whole clique back Bitch, whippin' Earl Simmons on my dog's feet Go to state, the rest of my garage deep The floatin' in the foreign on my side seat I'm from Gary, niggas ain't used to no foreign cars, you know what I'm sayin'? Like, I remember when that nigga said he came through with a C-230 or some *, C or E class, some * I'm like, nigga, get out that motherfucker Where he love his, nigga?