b*tches On b*tches lyrics

[Intro: Lil Pump]
Yeah, b*tches on b*tches
Ooh, b*tches on b*tches, yeah, yeah, Lil Pump
Ooh, b*tches on b*tches, ooh, ooh
Ooh, J Gramm

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Ooh, b*tches on b*tches (b*tches)
Give your ass a bean, now you're showin' off titties (Ooh, yeah)
b*tches on b*tches (Huh?)
Young rich n*gga, b*tches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
b*tches on b*tches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, b*tch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
Ooh, b*tches on b*tches (b*tches)
I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
b*tches on b*tches (Yeah, ooh)
b*tches on b*tches (b*tches on b*tches, ooh)
b*tches on b*tches (Ooh)
Young rich n*gga, b*tches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
b*tches on b*tches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, b*tch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
b*tches on b*tches (Yeah)
I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
My b*tch thick with a bag (Thick)
My b*tch rich with a ass (Thick)
Lame n*ggas don't get to grab (Lame ass)
f*ck n*ggas don't get to smash (f*ck n*gga)
Weak hoes don't get a pass (At all)
Installation and bundles, two racks (Two racks)
n*ggas stay in her DM's (DM's)
Big ass, nice titties, waist snatched (Waist snatched)
In the streets, on the net, I'm trending (I'm trending)
Ride in the Ghost with all b*tches (Skrrt)
n*ggas layin' in your bushes, they blend in (Killers)
f*ck a b*tch from the back, make her thicker (Shut up, sl*t)
She slurp me up, but I ain't lick her (At all)
Threw her some count, had to tip her (I did)
If you not gon' rain in them clubs (Them clubs)
You don't deserve to see the strippers
[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Ooh, b*tches on b*tches (b*tches)
Give your ass a bean, now you're showin' off titties (Ooh, yeah)
b*tches on b*tches (Huh?)
Young rich n*gga, b*tches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
b*tches on b*tches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, b*tch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
Ooh, b*tches on b*tches (b*tches)
I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
b*tches on b*tches (Yeah, ooh)
b*tches on b*tches (b*tches on b*tches, ooh)
b*tches on b*tches (Ooh)
Young rich n*gga, b*tches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
b*tches on b*tches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, b*tch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
b*tches on b*tches (Yeah)
I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
Thotties on Thotties (Ooh)
Wear a lot of Louis, lot of Fendi and Versace (Ooh)
I don't stress hoes, left her waitin' in the lobby (Nope)
Show the AP when I see the paparazzi (AP, ooh)
Left wrist, right wrist wet (Ooh)
Got a new Patek and it cost more than your damn rent (Wow)
Last week, I had a threesome on a jet (Damn)
Got my auntie cookin' up dope like a chef (Yeah, ooh)
Whip it up, Lil Pump, f*ck it up, count it up (Brrt)
Pull up in a 'Rari, take a sh*t on your Acura (Ooh)
Smash on your thottie, drop her off at Santa Monica (Huh?)
And the fake followers you got, it ain't adding up (No)
Hit a ho from the back, throw her off a ladder (Ladder)
Break a b*tch back, she had to see a chiropractor (Ooh)
I don't even care, b*tch, I'm rich, it don't matter (No)
You got a bad b*tch, oh well, mine badder (Ooh, ooh)
[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Ooh, b*tches on b*tches (b*tches)
Give your ass a bean, now you're showin' off titties (Ooh, yeah)
b*tches on b*tches (Huh?)
Young rich n*gga, b*tches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
b*tches on b*tches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, b*tch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
Ooh, b*tches on b*tches (b*tches)
I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
b*tches on b*tches (Yeah, ooh)
b*tches on b*tches (b*tches on b*tches, ooh)
b*tches on b*tches (Ooh)
Young rich n*gga, b*tches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
b*tches on b*tches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, b*tch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
b*tches on b*tches (Yeah)
I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)