Pretty ***** Bossin' Feel like Bob Ross Cos I paint a picture perfectly With my eloquence I'm making 5 star poetry I write a verse Then you recite it on a daily Every quarter of the year It still gon' be my season Getting money by the minute And I'm Posted in the kitchen Jamie Olivier You know the bars are sizzling I eat it up Then serve the crumbs to all these *****es Yo, Ay No sleeping, I'm eating Eating I put the work till I'm bleeding Call me Ali 'cos I'm beating Every opponent in my ring Yo Been telling these niggas they ain't up to standard Why you mad, Baby be better These niggas my sons and I teach 'em a lesson I. Woah I give em lecture I hope that they listen I serve it so good with that salt and that pepper Im chef baby call me Nigella Im a thug with a face of an angel So the danger be so underestimated Get the Bag and I throw it in their faces Tell the haters to bring out all the sweaters 'Cos my shit too cold Colder than ice Colder than shit that you put in your soul You niggas ain't nice and you can't hide it That shit be exposed Told you haters I won't fold Told you haters ama win every time that we go I'm getting harder to ignore I feel 'em staring every time I walk through the door Like Pretty ***** Bossin' Feel like Bob Ross Cos I paint a picture perfectly With my eloquence I'm making 5 star poetry I write a verse Then you recite it on a daily Every quarter of the year It still gon' be my season Getting money by the minute And I'm Posted in the kitchen Jamie Olivier You know the bars are sizzling I eat it up Then serve the crumbs to all these *****es I got my mind on my money **** these niggas who be testing me Stressing me Only energy that I'm expending Is for the money trees The books, the cars, and the hooks I got the recipe, the look I gotta these *****es shook When I step into the room I bring the lights, the cameras shoot I be that ***** like Betty boop I got these nigga so consumed Don't really care about what they do Cos I get money while they zoom Into my ass, my curves, my boobs My body going looney toons But I can't help if I'm a mood Im a Pretty Bitch who bossy too And I carry bitches on my shoulders got a back ache Songs be hitter harder then a boulder on some concrete Told the haters I ain't catching Ls, Im catching Trophies Cos I'm a Pretty ***** Bossin' Feel like Bob Ross Cos I paint a picture perfectly With my eloquence I'm making 5 star poetry I write a verse Then you recite it on a daily Every quarter of the year It still gon' be my season Getting money by the minute And I'm Posted in the kitchen Jamie Olivier You know the bars are sizzling I eat it up Then serve the crumbs to all these *****es