Bitchez (feat. Rj)

Too many bitchez

Still there ain't enough bitchez

I handle my business

Can't handle your bitchez?

On my mama, I'm on

On my mama, I'm on

On my mama, I'm on

Bitch **** say what?

Remind me of my slut

Don't make me drop my nut

And I'm on up

All raw, uncut

Broad in pocket, don't touch my bucks

Business, get some

She on the line like five and one

Pop things like five, dun-da-da

Said she ready to go

Hold up, I got a show

You boys like hoes, **** like bitchez

MOB wonder why I ain't with ya

I ain't got time, handle my business

(All play, no work) That's a low-key scrimmage

Girl named Lindsey, girl named Molly

They both like me, we all like money

The end of my senses

I ain't cuffin' no bitchez

Like I've been to San Quentin

I'm on my fitness

Got all kind of bitchez

Work 'em out like a gymnast

You **** like bitchez

All in my dentures

Remind me of my dentist

Man, I got bitchez

Too many bitchez

Still there ain't enough bitchez

I handle my business

Can't handle your bitchez?

Keep her outta my business

Man, I got bitchez

Give me a pill, I might pop one

Give me a collar, might pop one

And I trust no bitch, they might got somethin'

I fuck you with a condom, bitch, that ain't my son

Yeah, they got the homie for a hot one

He need bail, we're a bank, I'm tryna flock one

Give me this, give me that, fuck no, you a rat

I ain't no trick, suck on this dick

Can't fuck with my clique like that, yeah, straight up

Them basketball wives just tryna have you **** pay up

Ho, slut, ratchet, I'm goin' H.A.M. till they put me in the casket

And I'm packin', pickin', and mackin'

Pull it out and get cracking

Look, I got rich bitchez and they bitchez got bitchez

And I'm givin' yo' mama my digits

I'm on my fitness

Got all kind of bitchez

Work 'em out like a gymnast

You **** like bitchez

All in my dentures

Remind me of my dentist

Man, I got bitchez

Too many bitchez

Still there ain't enough bitchez

I handle my business

Can't handle your bitchez?

Keep her outta my business

Man, I got bitchez

Bitch got bitchez

Bitch bitchez got bitchez

See, I'm at the function

Front row, got it jumpin', show trap and I'm funkin'

Homie, you a woman, probably really want a husband

Bet you feel it in your stomach, hoes get nothin'

But some dick and instructions, I don't need no interruptions

What's up with the assumptions? Man, always in somethin'

Don't forget the motherfuckin', that's my introduction

I'm out here hustlin', you off the lean, I'm strugglin'

Cut it with the custard, start the whip with a button

No keys, just touchin', microwave oven

Leave the cookin' for the bitchez

'Less I'm cookin' up a pigeon

I'm on my fitness

Got all kind of bitchez

Work 'em out like a gymnast

You **** like bitchez

All in my dentures

Remind me of my dentist

Man, I got bitchez

Too many bitchez

Still there ain't enough bitchez

I handle my business

Can't handle your bitchez?

Keep her outta my business

Man, I got bitchez

Bitchez, bitchez, bitchez

Bitchez, bitchez, bitchez

Bitchez, bitchez, bitchez

Bitchez, bitchez

On God

I'm on my fitness

Got all kind of bitchez

Work 'em out like a gymnast

You **** like bitchez

All in my dentures

Remind me of my dentist

Man, I got bitchez

Too many bitchez

Still there ain't enough bitchez

I handle my business

Can't handle your bitchez?

Keep her outta my business

Man, I got bitchez