All my bitches shoot guns to get money (All my bitches get money, shoot guns)
All my bitches shoot guns to get money (All my bitches get money, shoot guns)
All my bitches shoot guns to get money (All my bitches get money, shoot guns)
All my bitches shoot guns to get money (All my bitches get money, shoot guns)
Look, these bitches ain't fuckin' like me (Hell nah)
These bitches mad, sucking they teeth (Mhm)
These bitches stay duckin' that beef (Woo)
All you pussy ass hoes so weak (Come on)
That bitch gotta fuck for dinner (What?)
That bitch gotta fuck for clothes (Mhm)
Peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat
Ain't got a pimp, but you still gotta ho
Hey, mami, you dirty
And your boyfriend suck for them 30s (What?)
Can't fight without poppin' them yerkies (Hell nah)
You give him that chewin' like jerky (Slut)
4:30, Saturday morning, suckin' that dick while your chick recording
Sell pussy but bitch, you're 40
I can only fuck if a bitch really horny (Uh-huh)
Yo, in the booth, I'm sippin' the Ace (Uh)
On the board, I'll be flippin' the bass (Whoa)
Just a ho, you be sniffin' the K
Bitch tryna stun, take a piss in her face
While I rose to the top, y'all fuck to the middle
Played you string bean hoes like a fiddle
Bitch, here's a riddle
Why that BBL don't even jiggle?
All my bitches shoot guns to get money (All my bitches get money, shoot guns)
All my bitches shoot guns to get money (All my bitches get money, shoot guns)
All my bitches shoot guns to get money (All my bitches get money, shoot guns)
All my bitches shoot guns and to money (All my bitches get money, shoot guns)
I'm talkin' 'bout ding-ding-ding-di-ding-ding (Mhm)
She a little thug bitch mixed with scene queen
Fix my lipstick, while I bump The Ting Tings
Pull up in the mink boots, rockin' bling, bling, bli-bling, bling (Come on)
Ring, ring, ri-ring, ring, that's the business, gotta talk the ching-ching
Say you big cheese, but you more like string bean
And you ain't even writing no shit, you sing, sing, si-sing, sing
In Amiri, drunk on a Larry (Mhm)
I show a ho the big bang theory (Mhm)
Suck dick till my eyes all teary
I turn a bum-bitch down lackin' queries (Hell nah)
'Cause if it ain't direct, can't respect it
You already know your girl stay protected (Mhm)
Well connected but I hide the trace
You bitches get booked for pennies and rock Macy's (Ho)
And if I hear one sub, then it's bass time
I ain't leaving no bitch over FaceTime
Bitch, I'm up from nighttime to daytime
Bitches ain't got no flow, they just take mine (Hell nah)
You bitches ain't got no style, stop the Dolls Kill
I'm big Chucky, bitch, I'll get the dolls killed (What?)
You chop shop ass hoes, stop the sawmill
How you rockin' Rouje and still smell like raw milk?
All my bitches shoot guns to get money (All my bitches get money, shoot guns)
All my bitches shoot guns to get money (All my bitches get money, shoot guns)
All my bitches shoot guns to get money (All my bitches get money, shoot guns)
All my bitches shoot guns to get money (All my bitches get money, shoot guns)
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