Bitchmade
On my hip, ayy
Way I drip, ayy
Then I dip, ayy
Money flip, ayy
I can never slip, got a thirty on my hip, ayy
Bitch, I got the sauce, yeah, she like the way I drip, ayy
Call her ice cream, I just hit her then I dip, ayy
Think it was just nasty how I made the money flip, ayy
You a good girl, baby, you can get your rent paid
I can't fuck with a nigga if that nigga bitch made
You ain't got my money, I'ma pull up where your bitch stay
Now you lost your money and your bitch 'cause your bitch paid
I don't fuck with lames no, I don't fuck with cheap hoes
Hit a nigga with that flame, make him catch a heat stroke
Young rich nigga with a pocket full of C notes
Got your baby mama in my phone under "deep throat"
Mama is a thot, ah ah, you lame niggas
She gon' make that pussy pop, ah ah, for gang, nigga
Bitch, you know how I rock, ah ah, same nigga
Thirty rounds in that Glock, ah ah, brain splitter, uh
I can never slip, got a thirty on my hip, ayy
Bitch, I got the sauce, yeah, she like the way I drip, ayy
Call her ice cream, I just hit her then I dip, ayy
Think it was just nasty how I made the money flip, ayy
You a good girl, baby, you can get your rent paid
I can't fuck with a nigga if that nigga bitch made
You ain't got my money, I'ma pull up where your bitch stay
Now you lost your money and your bitch 'cause your bitch paid
Probably gave a damn but I never gave a fuck
Only thing I wanna do is get my pockets stuffed
You say 'bout that action but I know that you a blush
Shoot a nigga if he lackin', boy, I know that you a duck
Hit her from the back while I'm pullin' on her hair
Louis to the T but my shades are Cartier
I ain't got no rubbers so I'm finna hit her bare
My haters can't stand me, somebody get a chair
I can never slip, got a thirty on my hip, ayy
Bitch, I got the sauce, yeah, she like the way I drip, ayy
Call her ice cream, I just hit her then I dip, ayy
Think it was just nasty how I made the money flip, ayy
You a good girl, baby, you can get your rent paid
I can't fuck with a nigga if that nigga bitch made
You ain't got my money, I'ma pull up where your bitch stay
Now you lost your money and your bitch 'cause your bitch paid
With cheap hoes
Heatstroke
Way I drip, ayy
Then I dip, ayy
Money flip, ayy
I can never slip, got a thirty on my hip, ayy
Bitch, I got the sauce, yeah, she like the way I drip, ayy
Call her ice cream, I just hit her then I dip, ayy
Think it was just nasty how I made the money flip, ayy
You a good girl, baby, you can get your rent paid
I can't fuck with a nigga if that nigga bitch made
You ain't got my money, I'ma pull up where your bitch stay
Now you lost your money and your bitch 'cause your bitch paid
I don't fuck with lames no, I don't fuck with cheap hoes
Hit a nigga with that flame, make him catch a heat stroke
Young rich nigga with a pocket full of C notes
Got your baby mama in my phone under "deep throat"
Mama is a thot, ah ah, you lame niggas
She gon' make that pussy pop, ah ah, for gang, nigga
Bitch, you know how I rock, ah ah, same nigga
Thirty rounds in that Glock, ah ah, brain splitter, uh
I can never slip, got a thirty on my hip, ayy
Bitch, I got the sauce, yeah, she like the way I drip, ayy
Call her ice cream, I just hit her then I dip, ayy
Think it was just nasty how I made the money flip, ayy
You a good girl, baby, you can get your rent paid
I can't fuck with a nigga if that nigga bitch made
You ain't got my money, I'ma pull up where your bitch stay
Now you lost your money and your bitch 'cause your bitch paid
Probably gave a damn but I never gave a fuck
Only thing I wanna do is get my pockets stuffed
You say 'bout that action but I know that you a blush
Shoot a nigga if he lackin', boy, I know that you a duck
Hit her from the back while I'm pullin' on her hair
Louis to the T but my shades are Cartier
I ain't got no rubbers so I'm finna hit her bare
My haters can't stand me, somebody get a chair
I can never slip, got a thirty on my hip, ayy
Bitch, I got the sauce, yeah, she like the way I drip, ayy
Call her ice cream, I just hit her then I dip, ayy
Think it was just nasty how I made the money flip, ayy
You a good girl, baby, you can get your rent paid
I can't fuck with a nigga if that nigga bitch made
You ain't got my money, I'ma pull up where your bitch stay
Now you lost your money and your bitch 'cause your bitch paid
With cheap hoes
Heatstroke
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Writer(s): Teejay3k, Regis Dupri Bell, Spencer Jordan Anderson
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