Ain’t That A b*tch lyrics

by

Pitbull


[Intro]
Yeah
Aw-wah-aw-wah, ugh!
Nappy Boy!
Ahahah! Yeah!
Ugh!

[Hook]
These n*ggas tryin' to be black Bill Gates (Gates!)
But what they can't see (See!)
Is Bill Gates tryin' to be the white version of me
Ain't that a b*tch? (Ain't that a b*tch? Ain't that some sh*t?)
Ain't that a b*tch? Man, I just wanna get rich
So I can see my n*ggas live (Live) and watch them haters die slow
I used to be in your position
So you know that I know that's a b*tch (Ain't that a b*tch)
Ain't that a b*tch (Ain't that some sh*t?)
Man, I just wanna get rich, ain't that a b*tch?
Man, how'd you wanna get rich?
And I can see my n*ggas live and watch them haters die slow
I used to be in your position
So you know that I know that's a b*tch

[Verse 1]
Smoking on this technology
My presence is a present, you ain't gotta acknowledge me
Don't matter how I gotta get it, even robbery
It's black mask on you motherf*ckers like it's Halloween
Follow me b*tch I'm all that
You gotta be kidding, that big dog with that small cat
I'm the dean, I got a permanent hall pass
So when you see me in the hall, you better haul ass
F-F-F-Fall back, all my watches is wrong
Three hours late to the Grammys, you can watch me at home
My 808s a gracious taste like a Glock to the dome
Ten thousand dollar suit, you think I was mocking Capone
These people hate the truth if you don't believe in that
Then why the paparazzi don't give a f*ck where I'm eating at
Cause you know real n*ggas ride and wack n*ggas hate
So then you realize
[Hook]
These n*ggas tryin' to be black Bill Gates
But what they can't see
Is Bill Gates tryin' to be the white version of me
Ain't that a b*tch (ain't that a b*tch?)
Ain't that a b*tch? Man, how'd you wanna get rich?
And I can see my n*ggas live and watch them haters die slow
I used to be in your position so you know that I know
That's a b*tch (ain't that a b*tch) ain't that a b*tch
Man how'd you wanna get rich
Ain't that a b*tch? Man, how'd you wanna get rich?
And I can see my n*ggas live and watch them haters die slow
I used to be in your position so you know that I know
That's a b*tch

[Verse 2]
Ugh, I-I got good news and bad news
The bad news is that the good news is sad news
B-B-But the good news is you finally gettin' what you wished for
But everybody wished they can get sh*t they don't do sh*t for
So what makes you so different? Is this what you deserve?
I've been eatin', I've been eatin', I'm not ready for dessert
Tires screeching, tires screeching; man, I'm finna hit the curb
I believe it, I've been reading, I take in the good word
Praise the Lord, n*gga; you got me!
All these candy yours, n*gga; houses and Bugattis!
Y-Y-You doin' bad, hoe? D-D-D-Do better!
You tryin' to get this bread, bro? Bruschetta!
My mindframe is boss-boss-boss, that's on everything I get on
Make a f*cking throne out of anything I sit on
You n*ggas look like toilets, I prepare to get my sh*t on
You keep p*ssing me off, you gon' get p*ssed on, yeah!
[Hook]
These n*ggas tryin' to be black Bill Gates (Gates!)
But what they can't see (See!)
Is Bill Gates tryin' to be the white version of me
Ain't that a b*tch? (Ha, ain't that a b*tch? Ain't that some sh*t?)
Ain't that a b*tch? Man, I just wanna get rich
And I can see my n*ggas live (Live)
And watch them haters die slow (Die slow)
I used to be in your position so you know that I know
That's a b*tch (Ha, ain't that a b*tch? Ain't that some sh*t?)
Ain't that a b*tch? Man, I just wanna get rich
Ain't that a b*tch? (Mm-mm) Man, I just wanna get rich
And I can see my n*ggas live, and watch them haters die slow
I used to be in your position so you know that I know
That's a b*tch
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