Bitches Love Money - Bratia Stereo

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

Fuck bitches (eh), ah Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money (Fuck bitches, get money) money over bitch-, money over bitches Ahora tengo novia (¿qué dices, tío, qué dices?) Así que no te acerques, zorra Mi colega está soltero y fijo que le molas Pero él no es famosillo, así que "que le jodan", ¿no? (Fuck yeah) Puto Skinny, entra y cambia la emisora (sí) Porque está pensando en casa a todas horas Contar los billetes y jugar a la consola Estoy ganando más que mi antigua profesora Esa que decía que yo no sería na (na) Le pasaré la factura a ver qué tal (hola) A mí las mates se me dan bastante mal Pero se me da de lujo el sumar y el multiplicar Así que me puse un precio y me puse unas metas (¿cómo?) Corro de la poli que parezco un atleta No hablo de política, hablo de sus tetas Y de cómo son las caras de los nuevos secretas Y suena el teléfono, llegan las ofertas Ahora al flaquito le salen las cuentas Ahora al flaquito ya no le haces las cuentas Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na Haciendo el rapero, sabes, pillo el dinero (ajá) Lo cojo y lo guardo en el fondo'el agujero No me lo gasto, ma, quiero salir del ghetto (fuera) Esa mierda está muy lejos, pero ya la huelo Fuck bitches, get money (fuck) Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money (get money) (Fuck bitches, get money) money over bitch-, money over bitches Tranquilito en la zona centro (ajá) Salgo a la calle con el culo descubierto No puedes pasarme ni con 20 intentos No puedes matarme, nena, ya estoy muerto (is dead) Hasta la polla de ti y de tus cuentos Hasta la polla de los tantos por ciento (fuck) Tengo mala imagen, pero, nena, la defiendo (ajá) No soy el bombero que te salva del incendio Yo soy el flaquito tatuao sin abdominales Pero tengo un corazón gigante, ¿eso te vale? Acércate al parque, díle a los chavales (corre) Que dejen de creerse gangsters, que besen a su madre Mi estilo es simple, como ligarse a tu chavala Tú eres un flipper, por eso nunca está en tu cama Salgo sin ticket, a mí me patrocina Zara Armancio, tu ropa me queda que te cagas Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money (get money; ah-ah-ah) Fuck bitches, get money (ajá) (Fuck bitches, get money) money over bitch-, money over bitches Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money (ajá) Fuck bitches, get money (Fuck bitches, get money) money over bitch-, money over bitches

Huh! (Just Blaze) A month ago, I gave a chick a hundred stacks Straight to Neiman Marcus, young bitch had a heart attack Oh man, I love my bitches Bottles, Beamers, brand new Benzes Barbies, ballerinas, and Britneys Barbra Streisand edition Bentleys Bricks, big face hundreds in bundles Boy, I'm a boss, I rose from the jungles God forgives and these killers won't In a room full of heathens, good niggas die alone Better start taking notes as I'm taking tokes The hood wanna see you die and they taking votes My vision always mentioned coke My women never sit in coach Oh man, I love my bitches Tongue kissin' a dark skinneded vixen 50, 60 racks, I might go blow a hundred though Jet owner, G5, where you wanna go? Fuck your ex's baby, really, that's your past Load up your carry-on's and all of this is cash Oh man, I love my bitches Oh man, I love my bitches Oh man, I love my bitches East Coast to West Coast, all my bitches Oh man, I love my bitches Oh man, I love my bitches Oh man, I love my bitches East Coast to West Coast, all my bitches Tryna bring you into my world, baby Just stand there, you the canvas, I'ma paint the picture You never met another nigga, you know, fuck it, take it Am I really just a narcissist? 'Cause I wake up to a bowl of lobster bisque And I wake up on some mobbin' shit With a great view and half my niggas swappin' bricks It's just a way of life For the king of diamonds, so I gotta stay the night 50 cash in the Louis for the chicken wings Started in a neighborhood and now we on to bigger things Large clique of my constituents Combination to the safe, straight to the Benjamins Living life to the fullest was the emphasis Making love to Mary J's "Reminisce" Oh man, I love my bitches Oh man, I love my bitches Oh man, I love my bitches East Coast to West Coast, all my bitches It was all good just a week ago Paper tag on the Panamera, my speakers blow My bitch sittin' cute, she left her panties home Suckin' the dick of the don, I'm talking Miami's own (Money like) LeBron James, (money like) Dwyane Wade (Play it right) peelin' two off the dealership in the same day (Say it right) paid like Mark Clayton, Mark Duper Soon as niggas start hatin', start shootin' Come along, money longer than Olajuwon's Lotta ones, all the bitches, yeah, the model ones Tongue-pierced, dick-sucked, yeah, the swallow ones 50 million, I'm the only one that got it done Oh man, I love my bitches Oh man, I love my bitches Oh man, I love my bitches East Coast to West Coast, all my bitches Oh man (Maybach Music)

Yeah, bitches on bitches Ooh, bitches on bitches, yeah, yeah, Lil Pump Ooh, bitches on bitches, ooh, ooh Ooh, J Gramm Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) Give your ass a bean, now you're showing off titties (Ooh, yeah) Bitches on bitches (Huh?) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah) Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh) My bitch thick with a bag (Thick) My bitch rich with a ass (Thick) Lame niggas don't get to grab (Lame ass) Fuck niggas don't get to smash (Fuck nigga) Weak hoes don't get a pass (At all) Installation and bundles, two racks (Two racks) Niggas stay in her DM's (DM's) Big ass, nice titties, waist snatched (Waist snatched) In the streets, on the net, I'm trending (I'm trending) Ride in the Ghost with all bitches (Skrrt) Niggas laying in your bushes, they blend in (Killers) Fuck a bitch from the back, make her thicker (Shut up, slut) She slurp me up, but I ain't lick her (At all) Threw her some count, had to tip her (I did) If you not gon' rain in them clubs (Them clubs) You don't deserve to see the strippers Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) Give your ass a bean, now you're showin' off titties (Ooh, yeah) Bitches on bitches (Huh?) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah) Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh) Thirties on thirties (Ooh) Wear a lot of Louis, lot of Fendi and Versace (Ooh) I don't stress hoes, left her waiting in the lobby (Nope) Show the AP when I see the paparazzi (AP, ooh) Left wrist, right wrist wet (Ooh) Got a new Patek and it cost more than your damn rent (Wow) Last week, I had a threesome on a jet (Damn) Got my auntie cooking up dope like a chef (Yeah, ooh) Whip it up, Lil Pump, fuck it up, count it up (Brrt) Pull up in a 'Rari, take a shit on your Acura (Ooh) Smash on your thottie, drop her off at Santa Monica (Huh?) And the fake followers you got, it ain't adding up (No) Hit a ho from the back, throw her off a ladder (Ladder) Bring a bitch back, she had to see a chiropractor (Ooh) I don't even care, bitch, I'm rich, it don't matter (No) You got a bad bitch, oh well, mine badder (Ooh, ooh) Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) Give your ass a bean, now you're showin' off titties (Ooh, yeah) Bitches on bitches (Huh?) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah) Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)