Bossy Lady Rick Ross (Ft. Ne-Yo)

[Intro: Rick Ross]
To deal with a dude like me, baby, you gotta be the HBIC
The head bitch in charge, callin' all the shots, baby
Can't be scared to gamble
Gotta roll the dice
Feel me? Scared money don't make none

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Shorty, look, I know my ego lookin' forty foot
Big chain, not talkin' 'bout the naughty look
Mine gaudy 'less I'm goin' for the sporty look
He young and rich and, bitch, that go without an argument
My kicks brown, now I'm lookin' for Rihanna and 'em
Smoke junkie kush funkier than Parliament
What's the problem then? Girl, fuck your 'partment
Move in with me on the beach, now you top ten
You could do the spa (Spa), see a newer car (Ah)
These my feelings and I'm really feelin' who you are (Yes)
Baby light brown (Brown) with the right smile (Ha)
First lady and she ready for the White House

[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
Baby, you
You shine just like I do
Just like you're supposed to
Everyone knows you're the boss's girl
My diamond
Envy of all your friends
These moves that we're making
Got us on top of the world
You're the boss's girl, oh (I got nothin' but love for you, baby)
Baby, you're the boss's girl, oh (I love to pay your bills, it excites me, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Said, baby, you're the boss's girl (Real talk)