Dancing Like A Boss
Make some noise, raise your hand if you's a boss bitch
I don't think he understands you's a boss bitch
Get some help if you can, 'cause he lost it
Ain't no refunds—she spent the cash, man
In your Benz with her friends in the fast lane, flossin'
He said, "How much it cost me?"
About a million dollars, player—she's bossy
“That explains your membership fee,” Marcello joked as he tore his gaze back and forth from Sasha and the now drenched women on stage. “Wet leather is now my new kink.”
The lyrics of the songs died down and the music continued playing in the background and Sasha grew to a halt not a few feet from where Rin was seated staring up at her in awe.