Boss
The one and only
Galore
I got money, galore, I got bags, galore
I got niggas, galore, they bust triggers, galore
Mami this piece is custom, you can't get it in stores
You worried 'bout my nigga, I prolly be chillin' with yours
And I got haters, galore
I'm a gold-digger, I f*ck money-makers, galore
I pull up in that new range, watch they face when it roar
I get my nut, hit the door
If a bitch diss me?, hope she ready for war
I hope she ready to fight, cause we gone do it all night
Pull up, and package dat bitch, she come outside?, it's on-site
My corset zipped tight, titties sitting up right
Bitch, I'm the type to get fly, just to catch me flight
Man, this ho must be bored, who the f*ck she gone check?
All that barking like a pit, give that bull-shit a rest
I should've been a nail tech, the way I keep bitches pressed
You feel a way about me?, it's best you keep it suppressed
'Cause I ain't taking shit from naan ho
You built like a van, ho
Greedy bitch, I just chopped the top off my lambo
Got peanut butter guts, and the exterior jam, ho
And I ain't dodging naan bitch, I pull up, and I ram hoes
I'm G-a-l-o-r-e, life of the party
On IG, and in real life, bitch yo nigga hearts me
Ho where the henny at?, bitch I'm sick of drinkin' cardi
Wanna trick on me?, 50 G's is the start fee
I got these hoes intimidated, the biggest hated
I sit back, and look at all the shit that I created, and I get emotional
I'm not approachable
It costs to be the boss, and that price ain't negotiable
These rap hoes washed up, they erosional
Would give yo ass a raise, but yo work ain't promotional
I don't want to clique up with these hoes, I ain't sociable
And, if they ask, tell 'em BossLady told you so, ow
I got money, galore, I got bags, galore
I got niggas, galore, they bust triggers, galore
Mami this piece is custom, you can't get it in stores
You worried 'bout my nigga, I prolly be chillin' with yours
And I got haters, galore
I'm a gold-digger, I f*ck money-makers, galore
I pull up in that new range, watch they face when it roar
I get my nut, hit the door
If a bitch diss me?, hope she ready for war
Bitch diss me?, hope she ready for war
Bitch diss me?, hope she ready for war
Bitch diss me?, hope she ready for war
Bitch diss me?, hope she ready for war
Bitch diss me?, hope she ready for war
Bitch diss me?, hope she ready for war
Bitch diss me?, hope she ready for war
Don't forget, it's NovaGalore
Ow
I got money, galore, I got bags, galore
I got money, galore, I got bags, galore
And they bust triggers, galore
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Boss
The one and only
Galore
I got money, galore, I got bags, galore
I got niggas, galore, they bust triggers, galore
Mami this piece is custom, you can't get it in stores
You worried 'bout my nigga, I prolly be chillin' with yours
And I got haters, galore
I'm a gold-digger, I f*ck money-makers, galore
I pull up in that new range, watch they face when it roar
I get my nut, hit the door
If a bitch diss me?, hope she ready for war
I hope she ready to fight, cause we gone do it all night
Pull up, and package dat bitch, she come outside?, it's on-site
My corset zipped tight, titties sitting up right
Bitch, I'm the type to get fly, just to catch me flight
Man, this ho must be bored, who the f*ck she gone check?
All that barking like a pit, give that bull-shit a rest
I should've been a nail tech, the way I keep bitches pressed
You feel a way about me?, it's best you keep it suppressed
'Cause I ain't taking shit from naan ho
You built like a van, ho
Greedy bitch, I just chopped the top off my lambo
Got peanut butter guts, and the exterior jam, ho
And I ain't dodging naan bitch, I pull up, and I ram hoes
I'm G-a-l-o-r-e, life of the party
On IG, and in real life, bitch yo nigga hearts me
Ho where the henny at?, bitch I'm sick of drinkin' cardi
Wanna trick on me?, 50 G's is the start fee
I got these hoes intimidated, the biggest hated
I sit back, and look at all the shit that I created, and I get emotional
I'm not approachable
It costs to be the boss, and that price ain't negotiable
These rap hoes washed up, they erosional
Would give yo ass a raise, but yo work ain't promotional
I don't want to clique up with these hoes, I ain't sociable
And, if they ask, tell 'em BossLady told you so, ow
I got money, galore, I got bags, galore
I got niggas, galore, they bust triggers, galore
Mami this piece is custom, you can't get it in stores
You worried 'bout my nigga, I prolly be chillin' with yours
And I got haters, galore
I'm a gold-digger, I f*ck money-makers, galore
I pull up in that new range, watch they face when it roar
I get my nut, hit the door
If a bitch diss me?, hope she ready for war
Bitch diss me?, hope she ready for war
Bitch diss me?, hope she ready for war
Bitch diss me?, hope she ready for war
Bitch diss me?, hope she ready for war
Bitch diss me?, hope she ready for war
Bitch diss me?, hope she ready for war
Bitch diss me?, hope she ready for war
Don't forget, it's NovaGalore
Ow
I got money, galore, I got bags, galore
I got money, galore, I got bags, galore
And they bust triggers, galore
The one and only
Galore
I got money, galore, I got bags, galore
I got niggas, galore, they bust triggers, galore
Mami this piece is custom, you can't get it in stores
You worried 'bout my nigga, I prolly be chillin' with yours
And I got haters, galore
I'm a gold-digger, I f*ck money-makers, galore
I pull up in that new range, watch they face when it roar
I get my nut, hit the door
If a bitch diss me?, hope she ready for war
I hope she ready to fight, cause we gone do it all night
Pull up, and package dat bitch, she come outside?, it's on-site
My corset zipped tight, titties sitting up right
Bitch, I'm the type to get fly, just to catch me flight
Man, this ho must be bored, who the f*ck she gone check?
All that barking like a pit, give that bull-shit a rest
I should've been a nail tech, the way I keep bitches pressed
You feel a way about me?, it's best you keep it suppressed
'Cause I ain't taking shit from naan ho
You built like a van, ho
Greedy bitch, I just chopped the top off my lambo
Got peanut butter guts, and the exterior jam, ho
And I ain't dodging naan bitch, I pull up, and I ram hoes
I'm G-a-l-o-r-e, life of the party
On IG, and in real life, bitch yo nigga hearts me
Ho where the henny at?, bitch I'm sick of drinkin' cardi
Wanna trick on me?, 50 G's is the start fee
I got these hoes intimidated, the biggest hated
I sit back, and look at all the shit that I created, and I get emotional
I'm not approachable
It costs to be the boss, and that price ain't negotiable
These rap hoes washed up, they erosional
Would give yo ass a raise, but yo work ain't promotional
I don't want to clique up with these hoes, I ain't sociable
And, if they ask, tell 'em BossLady told you so, ow
I got money, galore, I got bags, galore
I got niggas, galore, they bust triggers, galore
Mami this piece is custom, you can't get it in stores
You worried 'bout my nigga, I prolly be chillin' with yours
And I got haters, galore
I'm a gold-digger, I f*ck money-makers, galore
I pull up in that new range, watch they face when it roar
I get my nut, hit the door
If a bitch diss me?, hope she ready for war
Bitch diss me?, hope she ready for war
Bitch diss me?, hope she ready for war
Bitch diss me?, hope she ready for war
Bitch diss me?, hope she ready for war
Bitch diss me?, hope she ready for war
Bitch diss me?, hope she ready for war
Bitch diss me?, hope she ready for war
Don't forget, it's NovaGalore
Ow
I got money, galore, I got bags, galore
I got money, galore, I got bags, galore
And they bust triggers, galore
Writer: Nova Galore
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