All My b*tches Is Bad lyrics

[Chorus 1:]
All my b*tches is bad, all my-all my b*tches is bad[x4]
Ooh that’s what money buy?
Ooh that’s what money do?

[Verse 1:]
All my n*gga cashing out on the foreign coupes
Got this b*tches eating pus*y like it’s honey dew
Young n*ggas is killing n*ggas what’s the world coming to
My n*gga disco on a beat an he drummin too
I’m the type a n*gga a take a b*tch in front a you
Like a ATM I keep money coming through
Like an all girls school b*tches coming through
I got the weed after this
So I’m double cuff flyin overseas where that show money double up
I f*cking foreign b*tches an I’m touring n*gga
I blow a hundred swishes til the morning n*gga
I-I-I’m getting money like a mothaf*ckin cashier
Lil n*gga you ain’t had dat money last year
Bay n*gga you ain’t gettin paid n*gga
Kill yoself 6 feet put you in d ground n*gga

[Chorus 1:]
All my b*tches is bad, all my-all my b*tches is bad[x4]
Ooh that’s what money do?
[Chorus 2:]
You say my n*gga’s gettin money right in front a you
Fall in love wid a rachet, that’s what dummies do
All my b*tches is bad, an they comin through

[Verse 2:]
Th-th-that’s what d money do don’t it
n*ggas act like they want it but won’t do nothin for it
Ma n*ggas eating no porridge, n*ggas got Beemers an Porsches
An dat’s since Camaros, ‘91 in em b*tches and we don’t f*ck wit valero
No captain save em no heroes, I get ma Robert De Niro
(swish) An ma mic to d tido, ma di*k too big fo’ a speedo
I get em b*tches ma n*gga, got ma riches ma n*gga
Got yo b*tch in there cookin an washin dishes ma n*gga
You can’t be smooth like that, your b*tch is cool like that
It was jus temporary you get yo boo right back
An while she choose like that, that’s what the money do right
An you go wife dat b*tch, you bout dat honeymoon life
I crack a b*tch like a whip, might kick a b*tch out ma whip
Just to show em my kicks, like these sh*t got some grip
Ima ima hop in dat 7 an you go hop in dat 6
Ima pull out dis 5 an pop a 4 in dat b*tch

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[Chorus 2]
[Verse 3:]
Young n*gga, phone call wippa
Move out d way when you see sem lights flicka
Young star ain’t talkin bout dippa
Make d pus*y wet like a island on skippa
b*tch actin boujie I ain’t tryin no discrepancy
f*cking for some bread and she’s shaking that like
Hey, hey that’s what money do?
If I keep this money comin they be comin too
But really I’m like I ain’t feellin none a you
Cuz this money got me feeling like it another dude
c*cky man I use to be a humble dude
Now all these b*tches want me cuz ma chain hang
I’m just f*cking then I’m gone we call it gang game
Now me an ma n*ggas out here on the same thing
Countin all d traffic then we switch lanes money making young just switch names

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[Outro:]
All my b*tches is bad, all my-all my b*tches is bad[x8]
Ooh that’s what money do?