Paid Bitches
No fuck niggas
Paid bitches
Made niggas
Paid bitches
Don't touch nigga, what the fuck nigga?
No fuck niggas (No fuck niggas)
You mad bitches but bad bitches fuck with bad bitches
If I fuck niggas, so what? Bitches they made niggas
They call us hoes and bitches so what? Nigga we paid bitches
Kash, there's only one of her
Y'all don't even know what the cold streets done to her
This is an obituary, servin' all customers
Kinda like a cemetery, all these hoes under her
Bitches ain't rappin' right, I'ma call the coroner
Plus I got an appetite, hungry as a foreigner
Step in the room, nobody be ignorin' her
See a lil' ass wanna see a lil' more of her
But she can't fuck every nigga that she meet bougie for the green
Movie, greedy, coochie, panties Gucci, seen through
Poke it all out let that little booty peak through bitch
I'm in beast mode, like I got a cheat code
And I'm from the street, hoe
Quick to make the heat blow
Pussy like a hurricane, border Puerto Rico
Flow on this dizzy, wet Nemo, uh
Whip it right and make him want the rock
Trappin' hard I'm right up on the block
Pack the car and drive it to your spot
Avatar, I got the bluest watch
In my life yeah I done lost a lot
Bitch I got my money off the top
Heard 'em say I wasn't gonna pop
'Til they heard a couple hunnid shots
Bet your mouth get wet when you see me too
I know my alphabets, I'm on my P's and Q's
Kash snapped, this is season two
I take your oxygen, I want no reason to
I come from the dead zone
Known for being violent
Brown skins and redbones
Niggas be so childish
I shake it like a red nose
Heaven when I ride it
He only give me head tho'
I don't let 'em get inside it, uh
Kash reigns forever
My shit just wetter, nigga can't you tell her?
If a bitch ain't me then she can't be better
Money good but I still hit the same whatever
But Sir the trap you heard of that
The birds is passed, you heard the clap
The dirt is packed, you get lower in the earth and fast
We all turn the crack
Now was it worth the scratch? (I'm from the murder cap)
Whip it right and make him want the rock
Trappin' hard I'm right up on the block
Pack the car and drive it to your spot
Avatar, I got the bluest watch
In my life yeah I done lost a lot
Bitch I got my money off the top
Heard 'em say I wasn't gonna pop
'Til they heard a couple hunnid shots
Don't touch nigga, what the fuck nigga?
No fuck niggas (No fuck niggas)
You mad bitches but bad bitches fuck with bad bitches
If I fuck niggas, so what? Bitches they made niggas
They call us hoes and bitches so what? Nigga we paid bitches
Don't touch nigga, what the fuck nigga?
No fuck niggas (No fuck niggas)
You mad bitches but bad bitches fuck with bad bitches
If I fuck niggas, so what? Bitches they made niggas
They call us hoes and bitches so what? Nigga we paid bitches
No fuck niggas
Paid bitches
Made niggas
Paid bitches
Fuck niggas
Paid bitches
Made niggas
Paid bitches
Paid bitches
Made niggas
Paid bitches
Don't touch nigga, what the fuck nigga?
No fuck niggas (No fuck niggas)
You mad bitches but bad bitches fuck with bad bitches
If I fuck niggas, so what? Bitches they made niggas
They call us hoes and bitches so what? Nigga we paid bitches
Kash, there's only one of her
Y'all don't even know what the cold streets done to her
This is an obituary, servin' all customers
Kinda like a cemetery, all these hoes under her
Bitches ain't rappin' right, I'ma call the coroner
Plus I got an appetite, hungry as a foreigner
Step in the room, nobody be ignorin' her
See a lil' ass wanna see a lil' more of her
But she can't fuck every nigga that she meet bougie for the green
Movie, greedy, coochie, panties Gucci, seen through
Poke it all out let that little booty peak through bitch
I'm in beast mode, like I got a cheat code
And I'm from the street, hoe
Quick to make the heat blow
Pussy like a hurricane, border Puerto Rico
Flow on this dizzy, wet Nemo, uh
Whip it right and make him want the rock
Trappin' hard I'm right up on the block
Pack the car and drive it to your spot
Avatar, I got the bluest watch
In my life yeah I done lost a lot
Bitch I got my money off the top
Heard 'em say I wasn't gonna pop
'Til they heard a couple hunnid shots
Bet your mouth get wet when you see me too
I know my alphabets, I'm on my P's and Q's
Kash snapped, this is season two
I take your oxygen, I want no reason to
I come from the dead zone
Known for being violent
Brown skins and redbones
Niggas be so childish
I shake it like a red nose
Heaven when I ride it
He only give me head tho'
I don't let 'em get inside it, uh
Kash reigns forever
My shit just wetter, nigga can't you tell her?
If a bitch ain't me then she can't be better
Money good but I still hit the same whatever
But Sir the trap you heard of that
The birds is passed, you heard the clap
The dirt is packed, you get lower in the earth and fast
We all turn the crack
Now was it worth the scratch? (I'm from the murder cap)
Whip it right and make him want the rock
Trappin' hard I'm right up on the block
Pack the car and drive it to your spot
Avatar, I got the bluest watch
In my life yeah I done lost a lot
Bitch I got my money off the top
Heard 'em say I wasn't gonna pop
'Til they heard a couple hunnid shots
Don't touch nigga, what the fuck nigga?
No fuck niggas (No fuck niggas)
You mad bitches but bad bitches fuck with bad bitches
If I fuck niggas, so what? Bitches they made niggas
They call us hoes and bitches so what? Nigga we paid bitches
Don't touch nigga, what the fuck nigga?
No fuck niggas (No fuck niggas)
You mad bitches but bad bitches fuck with bad bitches
If I fuck niggas, so what? Bitches they made niggas
They call us hoes and bitches so what? Nigga we paid bitches
No fuck niggas
Paid bitches
Made niggas
Paid bitches
Fuck niggas
Paid bitches
Made niggas
Paid bitches
Credits
Writer(s): Arkeisha Knight, Vince Langston, Terry Parker, Ian Lefkowitz, Jay Coburn
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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