Ratchet

All my bitches bad we get ratchet
You know
If we going out tonight they'll be a riot
Too Pretty in the face we never fighting
Anybody mad? You know them hoes is prolly hatin
We don't need a nigga not for nothing
Girls got degrees, double D's
Our own money
If I make a hunnid she make fifty
Finesse him out his cash,
And then we flip it
(Flip it)
Flip it
We collect the bags and go invest it
Flip it flip it
Throwin
Money at these strippers they can flip it, flip it

All my bitches bad we get ratchet
You know if we going out tonight they'll be a riot
Too thick in the hips yo nigga staring
You feel some of way, bitch I would be
Embarrassed
Step yo game up then maybe he won't want it
Know he want a taste
But I can't let him
Send them bottles our way
To our section
He thinkinG he can fuck but nigga no I'm focused
I just wanna flip it
Flip it,
Nigga how you eatin? While your men is starving?
Flip it
Flip it
Oh you must be broke
Cause all yall niggas starving

All my bitches bad we get ratchet
Your bitch sending threats
Better prep a casket
Fuck getting a t-shirt
Her face will get blasted
Got goons in places
You would never guess em
Yuh
I ain't gotta touch her
That's the scary part
You will never know boo
Ain't in my nature, yea to get you touched
Talking too much
Roll me a blunt
Aye!

All my bitches bad we get ratchet
You know
If we going out tonight they'll be a riot (Riot)
Too Pretty in the face we never fighting
Anybody mad? them hoes is prolly hatin (Hatin)
We don't need a nigga not for nothing
Girls got degrees, double D's
Our own money
If I make a hunnid she make 50
Finesse him out his cash
And then we flip it
(Flip it)
Flip it
We collect the bags and go invest it
Flip it flip it
Throwin
Money at these strippers they can flip it
Flip it
All my bitches bad we get ratchet



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Writer(s): Tapita Maeva Awouma Bilounga
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