Bitch Betta Have My Money Lyrics

Bitch Betta Have My Money lyrics

What up love  

 You thought I wouldn't recognize ho like stats  

 I peep you at the strip joint  

 You and that little black chick  

 Acting like you so innocent  

 When you in the six  

 Usually that bring the freak right out of a bitch  

 I knew something was wrong  

 Lesbian I go on  

 Ain't nothing wrong with bump n' grinding right  

 I like mines tight  

 You like yours licked  

 And we both like bitches to get high high wit  

 You opted to leave a nigga with no options  

 You freak hoe dance topless baby  

 What's ya sitcho  

 You ride dildo  

 Plastic nympho  

 Only see dick in porno  

 Hun lidten  

 I can make your life a world of difference  

 Throw me in the mix of your sexual experiences  

 See what happens  

 In like two weeks  

 These hoes is freaking  

 Making about two g's a piece a weekend  

 That's what I'm saying  

 Chorus x2:  

 It ain't easy pimped out  

 Flossing furs  

 Diamonds  

 Matching sets his and hers  

 Keep ya hoes on point  

 Tell them watch the fuzz  

 Cause  

 Bitch better have my money  

 Keep my ones on top  

 My tens on lock  

 My hoe in the drop  

 Got a hot little co-op  

 Prestigous  

 Rock a cuban link with Jesus  

 Lord have mercy  

 Let me touch this  

 Tease it  

 For reasons  

 I can't explain to you lord  

 Cause you know my actions are censored  

 Don't diss chips to fuck with no broad  

 This one can get it  

 Damn near split it  

 Yeah picture me paying for some pussy I ain't even smelled yet  

 Let alone got wet  

 But I'm willing to make a bet  

 That the next time we riding  

 If she ain't riding  

 On the turnpike you you bobbing  

 While I'm weaving  

 Getting weede  

 Believe me  

 This pimp shit ain't easy baby  

 I tell you ain't no hoes like the ones I got  

 They make you fiend for that pussy coming up out ya pockets  

 Chorus x2:  

 It ain't easy pimped out  

 Flossing furs  

 Diamonds  

 Matching sets his and hers  

 Keep ya hoes on point  

 Tell them watch the fuzz  

 Cause  

 Bitch better have my money  

 Baby girl you so hot I feel like Iceberg Slim  

 I pimp plenty women  

 Got to tip my hat to a ten  

 Just been in too many run ins with dead ends  

 Comparisions range from thick ones to thin  

 Explosive sex thoughts coming from this young work horse  

 I spend hard times like D.A.'s in criminal courts  

 Fro the love of my life I'll cut down on the sport  

 For the jewels with ice and creep to never get caught  

 You know the game  

 You and I is one in the same  

 But you got my name  

 tatooed on ya leg  

 Shit is serious  

 Now you caling me acting delirious  

 Used to be my best bitch  

 Now somewhat resistant  

 Street life got you hot like Heather Hunter  

 Worn out and don't nobody want ya  

 First time i met ya you played me out of pocket  

 I ain't know no better bitch  

 Now stop it  

 Game is the topic  

 And what's between your legs is the product  

 Use it properly  

 And you'll make dollars biatch  

 Chorus x2:  

 It ain't easy pimped out  

 Flossing furs  

 Diamonds  

 Matching sets his and hers  

 Keep ya hoes on point  

 Tell them watch the fuzz  

 Cause  

 Bitch better have my money