Got a b*tch lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross]
b*tch, ain't it nothing but some motherf*ckin' money over her
You understand me?
So you already know what time it is
You feel me?
You know what a n*gga need baby
I ain't gon' play with ya
Don't waste my time, won't waste yours
Ya feel me? Cause I have enough hoes
Get in line

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I got a b*tch smokin' weed, a b*tch snortin' powder
A b*tch countin' money baggin a million every hour
Got a b*tch in debt, a b*tch gettin' stacks
The b*tch love tats, CMB on her back
I got a b*tch do frog, wanna see me live large
Smokin' like barb in my Versace drawers
Got a b*tch on the phone, b*tch doin' time
No cooperation so that b*tch doing fine
I got a b*tch in New Orleans, Bird hooked me up with
Keys to the crib, now it's birds up in her sh*t
b*tch with a Honda, so that b*tch can save
Lookin' like a saint, but a trunk full of H
Got a b*tch in the Bay, she wanna f*ck Khaled
Audition for the boss, let me see you talent
The b*tch do tricks, the b*tch do cane
She snort it off your di*k right before she give you brain
[Chorus: Birdman]
b*tch I'm the sh*t, if you want sh*t
sh*ttin' on them heels, or sh*ttin' in them bricks
Hit another lick, b*tch we can split
H is the hustle fully loaded in this b*tch
b*tch I'm the sh*t, if you want sh*t
Diamond around your neck, and Louie Vouton for your trip
Flip another brick, shinin' in them bricks
H is the hustle, three quarters for a brick

[Verse 2: Birdman]
Straight got a b*tch uptown, move nothin' but brown
Holo on ground, keep a tool wear a crown
Got a b*tch like weed, b*tch snort D
b*tch count my money and she don't pop P
I got a b*tch su-woo, true to what she do
She f*ck with nothing but B's and she love what we do
Got a b*tch in New York, know I love to f*ck
Brought me a new Benz and a brand new truck
I got a b*tch do it early, movin' them buerly's
Hit the hood quick n*gga, servin' and swervin'
Got this b*tch love red, that's how we plead
CMB down n*gga, ready to spray it
Got a b*tch in Miami ho, Ross hooked me up though
I ain't even trippin whoa, showed her some love though
Got this b*tch up in Philly, I stop f*ckin' with it
The ho bought me a Phantom, mother f*ck the b*tch
[Chorus: Birdman]
b*tch I'm the sh*t, if you want sh*t
sh*ttin' on them heels, or sh*ttin' in them bricks
Hit another lick, b*tch we can split
H is the hustle fully loaded in this b*tch
b*tch I'm the sh*t, if you want sh*t
Diamond around your neck, and Louie Vouton for your trip
Flip another brick, shinin' in them bricks
H is the hustle, three quarters for a brick

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Got a b*tch real slim, who wanna do films
If you go down on a boy I might go out on a limb
I got a b*tch wear plex, or the b*tch hair straight
I break a b*tch harder than every b*tch that I break
I got an R&B b*tch, I got a rap b*tch
Call her anime, cause I got a stack b*tch
I got a b*tch on her period, that's money loss
I'm out two for one ho, you f*ckin' with a boss

[Verse 4: Birdman]
I got a b*tch from over seas, it's legal where we be
Versace red, b*tch a hundred G's
Burnin' on the beach, so them b*tches see
Candy on the paint b*tch you know it's CMB
I got a b*tch like an eagle, b*tch with an eagle
b*tch get the money, b*tch know my people
b*tch from uptown, know how we get down
Money on my mind b*tch, blowin' out the pine
[Chorus: Birdman]
b*tch I'm the sh*t, if you want sh*t
sh*ttin' on them heels, or sh*ttin' in them bricks
Hit another lick, b*tch we can split
H is the hustle fully loaded in this b*tch
b*tch I'm the sh*t, if you want sh*t
Diamond around your neck, and Louie Vouton for your trip
Flip another brick, shinin' in them bricks
H is the hustle, three quarters for a brick

[Outro: DJ Khaled]
This that 305, 504
504, 305 sh*t
This Birdman, Rick Ross
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