b*tches lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J & [?]]
You's a b*tch
(b*tches)

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Lil' bro got all-gold teeth and he was glistenin'
Came from the Souled and he came out of Memphis
Told me 'bout the hoes and he put me on the b*tches
And he said they'd be trippy, man, layin' me some pimpin'
How come b*tches wanna cover? Pretty motherf*cker
Basement out the gutter, don't f*ck without no rubber
I don't ever trust her, I would never cuff her
Kissin' on her lover, I do it to my brother

[Verse 2: A$AP Nast]
Back of the club, posted with my dubs
Act like you tough, you could catch a slug
Hoes in my face fixin' for a taste
Of this young n*gga, she wants a big dipper

[Verse 3: French Montana]
Pull up European, smoke a [?]
Smokin' on a 'Cali, but the papers [?]
Rich hazy [?], lyin' with a [?]
Hundred for the car (hah)
[Interlude: Juicy J, A Pimp Named Slickback & Woman]
You don't see me runnin' round lookin' for a b*tch. I know where all my b*tches are, thank you very much
b*tch, where you at?
I'm out here gettin' your money
That's what the hell I thought, thank you grandma
(b*tches)

[Verse 4: French Montana]
Rollin' up the weed (weed), trippin' off a pill (pill)
Trippin' out and swervin', all my n*ggas in the field (field)
Trippin' like the rap-n*ggas can't be for real
Really started from the corner and now a n*gga makin' mills'
Hah, hah, like a [?]
All my n*ggas built the way, ain't gonna lose (hah)
Shawty gon' buss it open for a n*gga with a check (hah)
Heard the pus*y good, but tonight I want some head (hah)

[Interlude: Juicy J & [?]]
Uh-uh, he had told me he had-had some Indian in him, now he was part [?]
(b*tches)

[Verse 5: Juicy J]
It's that n*gga from the mafia, I'm the juice on that Bombay
And them Xannies dancin' on my Phantom roof
I got b*tches that got b*tches that do everythin', but two
I just met your baby-momma, now I got a new recruit
Ten-thousand dollars on my motherf*ckin' tooth
If that b*tch ain't got my money, I'ma knock her tooth loose
Fine-ass b*tches eatin' di*k for Jimmy Choo
At the club all night, can't even take the kids to school
Thursday afternoon, I was on the move
Shots of Petrone, hand full of 'shrooms
Pop it like Reinbacher, I left in a helicopter
Even though I'm paid up, I'm still chasin' every dollar
b*tch, I got bands, I heard she got Xans'
Her pus*y so good, heard her pus*y got fans
f*ck her more than one time, damn, I must be out my mind
Throw that ass in rewind, let me hit it from behind
[Interlude: Juicy J, A Pimp Named Slickback & Woman]
You don't see me runnin' round lookin' for a b*tch. I know where all my b*tches are, thank you very much
b*tch, where you at?
I'm out here gettin' your money
That's what the hell I thought, thank you grandma
(b*tches)

[Verse 6: Project Pat]
You tell the doody b*tches like they do you
They play dumb, so, my n*gga, I play dumb too
Get caught in that pus*y way up, that's that Hou-do
Supposed to be the man, now that b*tch control you
Get money, flip money, all I do is spend money, trippin'
Love my money all-blue, I guess my money crippin'
No disrespect to double-cup, so you know I'm sippin'
The b*tch wouldn't shut the f*ck up 'til I stuck my di*k in
Money like a hood-b*tch mouth, guess they flippin' off
Ducks get plucked, you front me? Then I'm dippin' off
Stump down like cleats, back-hand you in to last week
Lyin' about that bread'll get your head cracked to the street
Credit card check fraud, or a f*ckin' thief
Flatback suckin' Jack, 'til a n*gga skeet
She get paid in many ways, her pimp gotta eat
Or hit the highway juggin' off a whole key (ooh)

[Interlude: Juicy J, A Pimp Named Slickback & Woman]
You don't see me runnin' round lookin' for a b*tch. I know where all my b*tches are, thank you very much
b*tch, where you at?
I'm out here gettin' your money
That's what the hell I thought, thank you grandma
(b*tches)
[Outro: [?]]
Uh-uh, he had told me he had-had some Indian in him, now he was part [?]