Packed bags, unpacked feelings

(Verse 1)

Wake up, new city in my window,

Passport full, heart stayin’ single.

I don’t chase love, I chase better views,

Champagne taste with the CEO moves.

High heels on the marble when I walk in,

Every room stop talkin’ when I’m talkin’.

Independent, and I shine like that,

I make my own bag, then I double it back.

(Pre-Chorus)

I’m too busy stackin’ blessings,

I’m too pretty for the stressin’.

If it ain’t respect or checks, then baby—

You can keep it, I’m not pressin’.

(Chorus)

’Cause I’m a boss lady,

Fly like first class daily.

I spend my money on sunsets,

Not on maybes.

Got the world in my hands,

And no man in my plans—

I’m good, I’m great,

Unbothered and paid.

I’m a boss lady.

(Verse 2)

Got sand in my Louis carry-on,

Ocean views hittin’ different when you’re on your own.

Credit good, spirit better, I’m untouchable,

Love’s overrated, freedom’s irresistible.

Late nights in Paris, brunch in Rome,

Everywhere I land feels just like home.

No drama in my life, no tears in my drink,

I’m the headline—ain’t no need for a link.

(Pre-Chorus)

I’m too busy bein’ legendary,

Heart cold? Nah—just selective, baby.

If it don’t fit in my vibe or my schedule,

Then it ain’t for me—simple.

(Chorus)

’Cause I’m a boss lady,

Fly like first class daily.

I spend my money on sunsets,

Not on maybes.

Got the world in my hands,

And no man in my plans—

I’m good, I’m great,

Unbothered and paid.

I’m a boss lady.

(Bridge)

No rings, no strings, just bling and freedom.

If love comes, cool—

But I sure don’t need ’em.

Energy expensive, and mine’s on reserve,

Only high-value blessings get what I deserve.

(Final Chorus)

’Cause I’m a boss lady,

Jet set, too wavy.

I spend my money on joy,

Ain’t nobody gonna save me.

Got the world in my hands,

And no man in my plans—

I’m good, I’m great,

Unbothered and paid.

I’m a boss lady.