Bitches

BitchesRich Homie Quan Yeah (What?!) Rich... Homie... Quan (Thugga. What?! What?!) My car goes faster than yours lil' nigga damn right I know it (SWOO!) My bitch she badder than yours hell yea young nigga I know it (Main bitch) My clique gon' fuck, she fuck you up, yea nigga I know it (Sheesh!, sheesh!) Yo baby momma get fucked by me, my nigga I know it But I like (Bitches) bitches (Bitches) bitches (bitches) whoa (Bitches) bitches (bitches) bitches (bitches) whoa (Bitches) (bitches) What you like? (Bitches) I like (Bitches) I fuck (Bitches) I can't trust these (Bitches) Bitch ass hoes Every thing a nigga say should be quoted Get between the lines like a Roly Poly Rich Homie Quan attracted the green like he's modded Got a hunna thou in the top room, nigga I ain't playing bout money no more Say she wanna feature, what's ya budget? My nigga I'm on, say you want a feature where yo bread (Whoo) MC Hammer can't touch 'em (can't touch 'em) (can't touch 'em) Catch a nigga sleepin' in the porta-potty and Run up on 'em then buss 'em But I ain't tryna get in no trouble, you can ask thugger I ain't worry bout nothin', I ain't worry bout jack Got a hunna bloods with me, all 'em screaming "Ratta-tat-tat" Money bout longer than a 'Lac Young stoner life, nigga YSL Three hoes, call me Quan ills On the way to heaven, we raise hell Lame ass niggas (lame-o's) Try'na act cool, it's a shame on these niggas [?] times two [?] in this bitch, [?] with this dick You took her on a date but I left with this bitch Cook it in your face like a chef in this bitch, yea chef in this bitch Cook it, Lil' B voice Juug it, Deebo voice Pussy niggas, feed me more I got birds like B-More I got your main bitch and she flex on my wood like a carpenter If the bitch start trippin', I'm Dwight Howard with it IPhone, yea I'm blocking her! Hunnid thousand dollars in [?] so a nigga can Spend 55 thousand dollar on a bar, but I still can't sleep I say she love me, I love her, I call her babe Feel like money paid for a nigga, I'm feelin' like ayyee!