Bitch Yeah

Huh, what?

What? What? What? What? What?

What? What?

I got stripper big booty bitches blowin' up on my phone

Too much swag, stylist cop more clothes inside of my home

Put yo' bitch in VLone

Bitch, play what you please along as you don't QC on

Bitch, I make you bleed, ho

Bitch, I know I bleed, ho

Bitch, get on your knees, Ho (Yeah, yeah)

Come and suck it with no teeth, Ho (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich, bitch, I'm rich as shit

Come get it, got to whip it

Know I got to whip it, nigga, come and get your bitch

Molly, Molly, Holly, Wolly, had a 30, whip out his body

I don't play that shit, I keep that chopper

I might buy me a Maserati

'Forе get to my shit, you know I'ma pop it

Bitch, give me yo' soul, givе me yo' body

Swag out the bitch, pop out for mama

I get high in this bitch (I'm gone)

I get so high in this bitch (I'm gone)

Bitch, come touch your toes

Finna make a R&B bitch come here off her phone (Yeah)

If we fuck 'bout how good she can sing, bitch, get that phone (Yeah)

Bitch, get that phone (Oh)

Bitch, get that phone (Yeah, yeah)

Bitch, get that phone, ho

Bitch, get that phone (Yeah, yeah)

My brothers are kickin' a door (Yeah, yeah)

I don't like that nigga, a Ho (Yeah, yeah)

I don't like that lil' boy's bitch

I Do not like for my Ho to hear none these songs

Like when I break her back to my songs

Lookin' at these bitch make racks at home

Tell me what type if time you on

Buy me clothes, they fit me right

I don't know who fuckin' side you on

I know that this wrong and they real right

I ain't put money on yo' head, that's right

Bang red, that blood, my thug, my Five

She rock soon as I get outside

Rudolph beam on his nose and eyes

Geekin', I'm geekin', I'm higher than high (Uh-huh)

Geekin', I'm geekin', I'm higher than high (Bitch)

I get higher with her when I'm shoppin' online (Bitch, yeah)

I can get all my words to this, everytime (Bitch, yeah)

You on my side, bitch, don't play with my money you know you my guy (Bitch, yeah)

I got factory tires on bottom of each of my rides (Bitch, yeah)

I got factory tires on bottom of each of my rides (Bitch, yeah)

I got more money than you lil' boys, y'all some bitches (Bitch, yeah)

I can't even drive and got more cars, your shit is leased or rented (Bitch, yeah)

I don't give no fuck 'bout who rockstar, I don't want you bitches (Bitch, yeah)