"Bitches In Paris" lyrics

Alright, alright, alright
[?] (Ah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah, yeah, yeah
Boss Bitch Music (A-ha), volume shit, baby (Volume four)
(Mmm) The trendsetter, the boss bitches in the buildin', baby
It's the boss bitch

F-L-Y, that's what I be
Ball so hard, done hurt my knee
Catch me in the club, V.I.P
Real lowkey, off in Pari'
(Ball so hard) Them haters mad
All they could do is say, "Damn, she bad"
Big bank rolls up in my bag
Make [?] moves, got boss bitch swag
(Ball so hard) That shit cray (Cray), bitch, get out my way (Way)
Lightweight hate, better watch your tone
Better watch that throne
(Ball so hard) I won't stop, ain't no limits when I shop
I'm so hot, you so not, I kick [?], bitch, you kick rocks

Ball so hard, motherfuckers wanna find me
That shit cray, that shit cray, that shit cray
Ba-ball so hard, motherfuckers wanna find me
That shit cray, that shit cray (Yeah), that shit cray

You found me in [?], no, we not amigos
My stature is primo, you bug-a-boo, mosquito
(Ball so hard) Shit, I ain't got time for you wannabes
Stop trying to count my chips, ho, not yo cheese (Not yo cheese)
(Ball so hard) That whistle blown, kiss my ass, no mistletoe
This go 'round, I'm killing shit, so sick, I'm just delirious
(Ball so hard) Ain't no telling what I'ma do next
But for now, we just call this "Boss bitches in Paris"

Ball so hard, motherfuckers wanna find me
That shit cray, that shit cray, that shit cray
Ba-ball so hard, motherfuckers wanna find me
That shit cray, that shit cray, that shit cray

You ever start explaining your financial situation for no reason at all?
I said I would, but the way my bank account is set up
The thing is, I got a checking and a savings
But all the money is in my savings
So I gotta switch it to my checking, but it's gonna take three business days
I don't, I don't think it's gon' go through