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Amanda Rome West - Boss Mode Lyrics

Boss mode
Count it with my eyes closed (Count it)
One toke
Take me to the cosmos (Ooh!)

In my bag made a milly I don’t split a check (Never ever)
Spend it on some water need a new Patek (Rich)
Boss mode, bank roll, 3 hoes (Three hoes)
Make it rain fifties if you work the pole (Work it)

Shut the club down, pull off in the Rolls (Brt)
Hidden hills after parties sippin out the rose

I got Cartier shades when the lights dim (Go down)
Let’s talk when you’re really about your actions
See when I’m in the club it’s a new whip
And if you with me you ain’t never gotta pay

‘Cause I’m really on my
On my Boss Shit (Yeah!)
On my Boss Shit (Yeah!)
Car, house paid off
On my Boss Shit (Thank god!)
All my new fits, they don’t cost shit
That’s the price that you live on your Boss Shit
Boss Mode
In the vip make it twerk (Break your back)
Thug Jew bitch I don’t gotta work (Never ever)
Spent a Benjamin on a white tee (Gucci)

I’m rich I don’t care if you like me (Broke hoes)
Not likely
You could be this fly (Yeah)
Louie on my chest (Uh)

Gucci on my eye (Flex)
With a couple in the back getting dumb high (Ghost)
You ain’t living how I’m living
You ain’t gotta lie

I got Cartier shades when the lights dim (Go down)
Let’s talk when you’re really about your actions
See when I’m in the club it’s a new whip
And if you with me you ain’t never gotta pay

‘Cause I’m really on my
On my Boss Shit (Yeah!)
On my Boss Shit (Yeah!)
Car, house paid off
On my Boss Shit (Thank god!)
All my new fits, they don’t cost shit
That’s the price that you live on your Boss Shit
New coup feeling
Fresh leather seats, fuck around and chop the ceiling
Strait to the vault, on my way to grab a million
Overload on hoes you would think I’m ninth wheeling
Woo!
Six figures on a cold wrist
Looking like some dirt, flexing on your poor shit
Off the floor, they gon lick it when I pour it
With some thirsty bitches who would die for it

I got Cartier shades when the lights dim (Go down)
Let’s talk when you’re really about your actions
See when I’m in the club it’s a new whip
And if you with me you ain’t never gotta pay

‘Cause I’m really on my
On my Boss Shit (Yeah!)
On my Boss Shit (Yeah!)
Car, house paid off
On my Boss Shit (Thank god!)
All my new fits, they don’t cost shit
That’s the price that you live on your Boss Shit