For The b*tches lyrics

[Intro: Joe Moses]
I mean
I mean b*tch I’m JM

[Verse 1: Joe Moses]
Two hundred, three hundred, f*ck the club up
Better watch what you say or get f*cked up
Call Power, call Felli, this my new sh*t
Whole team got an eight like a pool stick
Pour a twelve in a two liter leaning
Chase a mil like a n*gga still dreaming
Hit play house, hood rat, fiending
Get brain like a motherf*cking genius
(Where you been JM?) At the trap
Sitting back, selling weed, cooking crack
Got a plug like I work up at a Best Buy
I’m connected with Columbian neck tie
Next time [?]
Thought the Bentley was the sh*t 'till I seen Wraith
f*ck a b*tch in the spot on the first date
First date, Ken Griffey down to home base
No play, no way, never like me
Hood n*gga, f*cking b*tches off of TV
Floss money, this the way a n*gga living
Keep it cool, I’m just looking for the b*tches
[Chorus: Joe Moses]
Hit the club with a band on me
Keep a gun ‘case a n*gga wanna jam on me
Ride foreign, this the way a n*gga living
Keep it fresh for the motherf*cking b*tches
Hit the club for the b*tches
Ride foreigns for the b*tches
Bought a Rolly for the b*tches
f*cking b*tches with the b*tches

[Verse 2: Joe Moses]
Why you fresh? sh*t I do it for the b*tches
Bought a Rolly off a b*tch like I’m pimping
Lil Mike got a chopper and he tripping
One thing, we don’t f*ck with no snitches
Big gun, got money like an athlete
Send shots, leave him running like a track meet
Hundred pounds in the middle of the back seat
If my b*tch wanna cheat, better ask me
Went up a band off the motherf*cking bando
My n*gga Dopey in flock, got the Lambo
My n*gga Banks in the b*tch with no shoes on
My n*gga [?] got the Phantom with the Sioux on
Go to court with the vest and the tool on
AOB going brazy like a group home
Got it hot in the city like it’s [?]
And my n*ggas gotta eat like the food gone
No play, no way, never like me
Hood n*ggas f*cking b*tches off of TV
Floss money, this the way a n*gga living
Keep it cool, I’m just looking for the b*tches
[Chorus: Joe Moses]
Hit the club with a band on me
Keep a gun ‘case a n*gga wanna jam on me
Ride foreign, this the way a n*gga living
Keep it fresh for the motherf*cking b*tches
Hit the club for the b*tches
Ride foreigns for the b*tches
Bought a Rolly for the b*tches
f*cking b*tches with the b*tches

[Verse 3: French Montana]
Pull up in the Rolls, head on
If you broke, then shut up
Started pushing [?] pitch black
Rap paid for the rich rap
Now I'm feeling like Moses
Closet looking like [?]
Do it for the b*tches
Five [?], shoot it like a pistol
I pull up to the club, got your [?] on me
I told her, "Get naked, keep your heels on"
White Wraith, crib with the white [?]
[?]

[Chorus: Joe Moses]
Hit the club with a band on me
Keep a gun ‘case a n*gga wanna jam on me
Ride foreign, this the way a n*gga living
Keep it fresh for the motherf*cking b*tches
Hit the club for the b*tches
Ride foreigns for the b*tches
Bought a Rolly for the b*tches
f*cking b*tches with the b*tches