Next b*tch lyrics

[Bridge: Jeezy]
Said b*tches ain't sh*t, hoes ain't neither
Skeeting ain't f*cking, you know I'mma leave 'em
If ya want the whole thing, n*gga, holla at my people
Black boy, white girl, I ain't talking jungle fever
pus*y n*gga, what's up?

[Verse 1: YG]
Uh, I still love my ex b*tch
But now I'm on to the next b*tch
The only time you gettin' a text, b*tch
Is when a n*gga need some sex, b*tch
So much paper, hoodie custom alligator
I f*ck, she said she was pregnant two months later
Uh, eighteen years with her, I wasn't with it
Like Doughboyz, I had to cash out at the clinic, woah

[Hook: HBK]
I still love my ex b*tch, but it's on to the next b*tch
I said I still love my ex b*tch, but it's on to the next b*tch
I still love my ex b*tch, but it's on to the next b*tch
I said I still love my ex b*tch, but it's on to the next b*tch

[Verse 2: Doughboy Dre]
I still love my ex b*tch
Even though that b*tch ain't sh*t
40 cal, got a 30 clip
Don't play boy, I let it rip
Doughboyz, yeah we in this b*tch
Been getting money since '06
Dolce shoes with the matching shirt
Whole city know who got that work
While you b*tch ass n*ggas hurt
I be ballin' cause I want to
Do it with finesse
All these gold chains just hanging from my neck
Quis in a vet, I'm in a Range
Grab my b*tch a bracelet and Chaz grab the chain
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Payroll]
Louis jacket with the sweats, b*tch
Left wrist VS1 infested
Jesus piece on, I'm a blessing
Now my ice game sick like my ex b*tch
I don't give a f*ck about a ho
If I was broke, sh*t, I couldn't get a buck up out the ho
I need one with good credit, get a truck up out the ho
I don't catch no feelings, I don't suffer by the ho
Bought a pad in the burbs, but I moved out quick
Cause you around n*ggas I done had shootouts with (dirty b*tch)
And you wonder why they call you b*tch
Cause the respect I had for you, you done lost the sh*t, b*tch

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Doughboy Quis]
20 thousand on my tummy, now she money hungry
See that a n*gga eating, now she swear she love me
And think of me when I ain't had nowhere to stay
Now I'm hanging out with Jeezy, riding foreigns in the A
Sippin' Perrier Jouet with my brand new wifey
And we got matching rollies like my parents in the '90s
I keep her right beside me, I know I got a bad b*tch
Anything she want, I swear to God I'mma cash it
That broke sh*t is past tense, n*gga, I'mma boss
Everyday she get a gift like I'm Santa Claus
I'm lost with you, but I'm winning with her
In the winter, matching furs, with a crib in the burbs
[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Outro: YG & (Jeezy)]
(pus*y n*gga, what's up?)
The only time you gettin' a text, b*tch
Is when a n*gga need some sex, b*tch