Lyrics
Whooo them people in here gone talk
She strut six inch heels like a model — walk
Now all bitches wanna follow — how many
All, all, all, all, all of 'em
Six inch heels make her NBA tall
She said: WNBA, not NBA tall
Six inch heels make her NBA tall
She said: WNBA, not NBA tall
From the bad bish to you lack lavishes
I strut six inch heels that question marriages
But I don't want yo man, bitch
Mine carat-ed it — how many carats
Ask NASA to count it
Pull up clean, no lease, just keys
I walk like a check — a V.I.P.
Lace front laid, it's game time
Walk in, shine hard — I'm the line
Poppin' like flash, no camera needed
Walk in the spot, the scene get heated
I don't wanna clap — well, I'm the reason
Can y'all weather the storm
It's Boss Chick Season
Six inch heels make her NBA tall
She said: WNBA, not NBA tall
Six inch heels make her NBA tall
She said: WNBA, not NBA tall
From the bad bish to you lack lavishes
I strut six inch heels that question marriages
But I don't want yo man, bitch
Mine carat-ed it — how many carats
Ask NASA to count it
I make 'em nervous, I make 'em panic
No stylist, still drip volcanic
Walk in the spot like it's already mine
Six inch — boost my levels high
Heels high, attitude higher
Cold as ice, but the wrist still freezin
I got all year, don't need no reason
Cause it's Boss Chick Season
They checking under my arms to see if I sweat
I don't mind — I'll be a threat
If you one they mimic, don't ever react
Cause it's Boss Chick Season
Own your shit — they'll be aight
Six inch heels make her NBA tall
She said: WNBA, not NBA tall
Six inch heels make her NBA tall
She said: WNBA, not NBA tall
From the bad bish to you lack lavishes
I strut six inch heels that question marriages
But I don't want yo man, bitch
Mine carat-ed it — how many carats
Ask NASA to count it
Boss Chick Season! Boss Chick Season
Walk like a threat — it's Boss Chick Season