This is a song about "Win like boss"

They gon' love me for my ambition

Screaming at my ass like boy you better win,

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Acting like its a mystery i wanna win the lottery of robbery

Like you're the boss and no one's goin'/ to ever take you out your throne/ knowin' you'd go for 'em

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Competitive nigga, want challenges and like to win

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

Words of an evil twin, actin like satan finally gotta win,

I'm boss like van damme with the trucks

As she goes through the levels

Acting like its a mystery i wanna win the lottery of robbery

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

I'll make sure that you don't win like a mouse in a trap,

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that