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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Performer
Dylan Wissing
Drums
Tammy Infusino
Additional Vocals
Alex Baptiste
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Roberts
Composer
Justin Smith
Composer
Ken Lewis
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Just Blaze
Producer
John Rivers
Recording Engineer
Andrew Wright
Mixing Engineer
Ricardo Gutierrez
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
A month ago, I gave a chick a hunnid stacks
Straight to Neiman Marcus, young bitch had a heart attack
Aw, man, I love my bitches
Bottles, bimmers, brand new Benz's
Barbies, ballerinas, and Britney's
Barbra Streisand edition Bentleys
Bricks, big face, hunnids 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 **** die alone
Better start takin' notes as I'm takin' tokes
The hood wanna see you die, and they takin' votes
[Verse 2]
My vision always mentioned coke
My women never sit in coach
Aw, man, I love my bitches
Tongue kissin' a dark skinned vixen
Fifty, sixty racks, I might go blow a hunnid, though
Jet on the G5, where you wanna go?
Fuck your ex's baby, really, that's your past?
Load up your carry on's and all it is is cash
[Verse 3]
Aw, man, I love my bitches
Aw, man, I love my bitches
Aw, man, I love my bitches
East coast to west coast, all my bitches
[Verse 4]
Aw, man, I love my bitches
Aw, man, I love my bitches
Aw, man, I love my bitches
East coast to west coast, all my bitches
[Verse 5]
Tryna bring you into my world, baby
Just stand there
You the canvas, I'ma paint a picture
You never met another ****, you know, fuck it
[Verse 6]
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 of half my **** swappin' bricks
It's just a way of life
For the king of diamonds, so I gotta stay the night
Fifty cash in the Louis for the chicken wings
Started in the neighborhood and now we onto bigger things
Large clique of my constituents
Combination to the safe, straight to the Benjamins
Livin' life to the fullest was the emphasis
Makin' love to Mary J's reminisce
[Verse 7]
Aw, man, I love my bitches
Aw, man, I love my bitches
Aw, man, I love my bitches
East coast to west coast, all my bitches
[Verse 8]
It was all good just a week ago
Paper tag on the panorama, my speakers blow
My bitch sittin' cute, she left her panties home
Suckin' the dick of the don, I'm talkin' Miami's own
Money like LeBron James, money like Dwayne Wade
Peelin' two off the dealership in the same day
Paid like Mark Clayton, Mark Duper
Soon as **** start hatin', start shootin'
Come along, money longer than Olajuwan's
Lotta ones, all the bitches gotta model ones
Tongue pierced, dick sucked, said, I swallow once
Fifty million, I'm the only one that got it done
[Verse 9]
Aw, man, I love my bitches
Aw, man, I love my bitches
Aw, man, I love my bitches
East coast to west coast, all my bitches
[Verse 10]
Aw, man
Written by: Justin Smith, Ken Lewis, William Roberts