Main b*tches lyrics

[Verse 1: Rico Love]
I be dambed if I let you broke b*tches to yap at me about balling
I entertain that sh*t for a minute or two, but I ain't feeling the sh*t that you talking
Now you ain't pay for these bottles
You ain't payed to get in
A b*tch gon have problems
If I end up f*cking your friend
Now this my VIP, and you a guest, ho
And I don't need that stress, ho
You got ass and breasts, ho
But that's a cheap ass dress though
Save that for them week n*ggas
Low self, cheat n*ggas
You better get your facts straight
I f*cked you, I ain't sleep with you
And yeah I took you shopping
[?]
And I can't have no rappy ass b*tches hanging with me
Cause these hoes be acting up, and these n*ggas be letting them
Cause these n*ggas be suckers, but me I don't [?]

[Chorus: Rico Love]
Them be the main b*tches
The ones who ain't got sh*t
They the main ones talking that sh*t
Nobody got time for that, b*tch
Them be the main b*tches
The ones who flexin all hard
b*tch you ain't got no crib, b*tch you ain't got no car
Them be the main b*tches
[Verse 2: Plies]
Read my lips, ho
You ain't got a pot to p*ss in, [?]
Always talking bout the next b*tch
The next b*tch
You ain't got no more than the next b*tch
Hold your weev like a f*ckin [?]
Can tell you did your own sh*t
And always talking bout red bottoms, b*tch you f*cked for them red bottoms
And keep sleeping on that floor matress, and b*tch you gon have back problems
And keep giving all that head away, and b*tch you gon have neck problems
Don't f*ck that n*gga that had a couple dollars, cause you could never get sh*t from him
Y'all hoes got a lotta nerve talking slick
Slick, expencive with the b*tch talking slick
Ain't got sh*t

[Chorus: Rico Love]
Them be the main b*tches
The ones who ain't got sh*t
They the main ones talking that sh*t
Nobody got time for that, b*tch
Them be the main b*tches
The ones who flexin all hard
b*tch you ain't got no crib, b*tch you ain't got no car
Them be the main b*tches
[Verse 3: Rico Love]
Your baby daddy ain't sh*t, his baby mama ain't either
Both of y'all like to smoke, but can't put in on the reefer
On Instagram, you be flexin bout you a bad b*tch, and you's a keeper
Talking all that fly sh*t, but you lying to all these people
Stop taking pictures, ho
Stop taking pictures, ho
b*tch where your kids at? They never with you, ho
All in the club dead broke, where that's gon get ya
Won't get you wifed up, won't make you richer
And when you look up in the sky, [?]
I wish I was with that guy, when I was a b*tch, I should've been way more polite
Now you outside, and we inside
And you got nowhere to stay for the night
Nowhere to stay for the night
Now watch me play [?]

[Chorus: Rico Love]
Them be the main b*tches
The ones who ain't got sh*t
They the main ones talking that sh*t
Nobody got time for that, b*tch
Them be the main b*tches
The ones who flexin all hard
b*tch you ain't got no crib, b*tch you ain't got no car
Them be the main b*tches