Bitch Betta Have My Money
Bitch better have my money Bitch better have my money, money
Bring back a 100 take 20, 20
20 more minutes then I'm comin'
I could fuck you longer, but bitch I'm in a hurry
Hurry up, Usain Bolt to the money
Swear I'm the shit, everybody fly around me
Rap like hustle and you hustlin' with dummies
I got a big ego, bitch don't touch me
Fuck her for some money
Fuckin' up the country
Pistol with the homies, you at home lonely
Call it my Macaulay, pokin' white boobies
Fuck the, fuck the police, these niggas know they know me
50 for the Rollie, niggas ain't brodies
Hoes got 'em trippin', cuffin' like cufflinks
Don't know where her tongue be
Rinse it in the fuckin' sink
I don't care what the bitch think, I just know one thing
Bitch better have my money Bitch better have my money
If the bitch don't, tell her bounce like a bunny
I don't give a fuck bout what that bitch talking
She ain't got the cash till that bitch get to walking
I eat, sleep, shit, think about them dollars
Pop a pill, pop a nigga, pop my collar
I'm poppin' like a Tic Tac
Bitch you better get back
Funny looking bitch, who been fucking, Sinbad
I did that
Do it all, go big never small
Got a crib with a closet, you would think you at the mall
And I'm out, flight hoes
In her jaws like wisdom teeth
You hear the beat
I bet you they gone bang this in the Middle East
I been a freak
9th grade I was fuckin' in the bathroom
I was fuckin' at school like my house didn't have rooms
My best friend is named Benjamin Frank
So bitch better have my cake
Man this bitch better have my money
This bitch so smart, she nothing but a dummy
Bitch better have my moula
Fuckin' round with a real nigga and his shooter
Lil' duffle bag bitch
Make a nigga rich
Shut the fuck up
And jump on this dick
Nothin' but a motherfuckin' skank
Fuck what you talkin' bout and fuck what you think
I need money, I need it real fast
I need it real bad like white girls need ass
Baby you can help me, break this dub
20 motherfuckin' racks up up in the club
Club, up up in the front
That's why I sent a bitch to get at each one
Triple top rank
Treat her like a bank
I don't give a fuck what the bitch thinking
Bitch I'm just saying
Bring back a 100 take 20, 20
20 more minutes then I'm comin'
I could fuck you longer, but bitch I'm in a hurry
Hurry up, Usain Bolt to the money
Swear I'm the shit, everybody fly around me
Rap like hustle and you hustlin' with dummies
I got a big ego, bitch don't touch me
Fuck her for some money
Fuckin' up the country
Pistol with the homies, you at home lonely
Call it my Macaulay, pokin' white boobies
Fuck the, fuck the police, these niggas know they know me
50 for the Rollie, niggas ain't brodies
Hoes got 'em trippin', cuffin' like cufflinks
Don't know where her tongue be
Rinse it in the fuckin' sink
I don't care what the bitch think, I just know one thing
Bitch better have my money Bitch better have my money
If the bitch don't, tell her bounce like a bunny
I don't give a fuck bout what that bitch talking
She ain't got the cash till that bitch get to walking
I eat, sleep, shit, think about them dollars
Pop a pill, pop a nigga, pop my collar
I'm poppin' like a Tic Tac
Bitch you better get back
Funny looking bitch, who been fucking, Sinbad
I did that
Do it all, go big never small
Got a crib with a closet, you would think you at the mall
And I'm out, flight hoes
In her jaws like wisdom teeth
You hear the beat
I bet you they gone bang this in the Middle East
I been a freak
9th grade I was fuckin' in the bathroom
I was fuckin' at school like my house didn't have rooms
My best friend is named Benjamin Frank
So bitch better have my cake
Man this bitch better have my money
This bitch so smart, she nothing but a dummy
Bitch better have my moula
Fuckin' round with a real nigga and his shooter
Lil' duffle bag bitch
Make a nigga rich
Shut the fuck up
And jump on this dick
Nothin' but a motherfuckin' skank
Fuck what you talkin' bout and fuck what you think
I need money, I need it real fast
I need it real bad like white girls need ass
Baby you can help me, break this dub
20 motherfuckin' racks up up in the club
Club, up up in the front
That's why I sent a bitch to get at each one
Triple top rank
Treat her like a bank
I don't give a fuck what the bitch thinking
Bitch I'm just saying
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Writer(s): Jason A. Lewis
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