b*tch Betta Have My Money lyrics

by

Juicy J


[Intro]
b*tch better have my money (b*tch)
b*tch better have my money
League of Starz
b*tch better have my money (b*tch)
b*tch better have my money

[Verse 1: Tyga]
(Yeah.. Mally Mall in this b*tch, hah)
b*tch better have my money, money
Bring back a 100 take 20, 20
20 more minutes then I'm comin'
I could f*ck you longer, but b*tch I'm in a hurry
Hurry up, Usain Bolt to the money
Swear I'm the sh*t, everybody fly around me
Rap like hustle and you hustlin' with dummies
I got a big ego, b*tch don't touch me
f*ck her for some money, f*ckin' up the country
Pistol with the homies, you at home lonely
Call it my Macaulay, pokin' white boobies
f*ck the, f*ck the police, these n*ggas know they know me
50 for the Rollie, n*ggas ain't brodies
Hoes got 'em trippin', cuffin' like cufflinks
Don't know where her tongue be - rinse it in the f*ckin' sink
I don't care what the b*tch think, I just know one thing
[Chorus]
b*tch better have my money (b*tch)
b*tch better have my money (b*tch)
b*tch better have my money (b*tch)
b*tch better have my money (b*tch)
b*tch better have my money (b*tch)
b*tch better have my money (b*tch)
b*tch better have my money

[Verse 2: YG]
(Yea, hah, it's YG fo' hunnid)
b*tch better have my money
If the b*tch don't, tell her bounce like a bunny
I don't give a f*ck bout what that b*tch talking
She ain't got the cash till that b*tch get to walking
I eat, sleep, sh*t, think about them dollars
Pop a pill, pop a n*gga, pop my collar
I'm poppin' like a Tic Tac - b*tch you better get back
Funny looking b*tch, who been f*cking? Sinbad?
I did that; do it all, go big never small
Got a crib with a closet, you would think you at the mall
And her mouth like halls in her jaws like wisdom teeth
You hear the beat; I bet you they gone bang this in the Middle East
I been a freak - 9th grade I was f*ckin' in the bathroom
I was f*ckin' at school like my house didn't have rooms
My best friend is named Benjamin Frank
So b*tch better have my cake, fo' hunnid
Haha, tatted up, n*gga
[Chorus]
b*tch better have my money (b*tch)
b*tch better have my money (b*tch)
b*tch better have my money (b*tch)
b*tch better have my money (b*tch)
b*tch better have my money (b*tch)
b*tch better have my money (b*tch)
b*tch better have my money

[Verse 3: Kurupt]
Yeah, I'm so high...
Man this b*tch better have my money
This b*tch so smart, she nothing but a dummy
b*tch better have my mula
f*ckin' round with a real n*gga and his shooter
Little dust bag b*tch! Make a n*gga rich
Shut the f*ck up and jump on this di*k
Nothin' but a motherf*ckin' skank
f*ck what you talkin' bout and f*ck what you think
I need money, I need it real fast
I need it real bad like white girls need ass
Baby you can help me, break this dub
20 motherf*ckin' racks up up in the club (club, club, club)
Club, up-up in the front
That's why I sent a b*tch to get at each one
Triple top rank, treat her like a bank
I don't give a f*ck what the b*tch thinkin'; b*tch I'm just sayin'
[Outro]
b*tch better have my money (b*tch)
b*tch better have my money (b*tch)
b*tch better have my money (b*tch)
b*tch better have my money (b*tch)
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