letra de bitches with money (bwm) - arizonamarty
(intro)
issa lotta b-tches in atlanta having paper…
issa lotta b-tches in atlanta having paper…
city of rich wombmyn
city of glo getters
whole buncha bread winners
i seen em go get it
i’m paying homage to the trillest
da baby mommas who the realist
to the ones that got no children cuz they building
seem like they all peep the vision
(verse 1)
put on yo clothes
you bout to go work today
get it oudda the mud and dirt, today
you getting everything that you worth today
let these lil n-ggas know you ain’t come to play
all of that hatred you let it fade, away
cuz hating a person never got anything paid
waiting on b-tches never for any road paved
you cruising thru traffic cuz you stay in yo own lane
pop off the top ya know
bad b-tches love bubbles
bottomless mimosas
real b-tches
praise wombmyn
who be out in the field
i need a section full of em
tell em all come over
(so tell’em all to)
hop off the boat and flow
into a ocean of some money hope we drown off the coast
and come alive in the safe of atlantis
i won’t panic
shoot for the stars and prepare for a moon landing
proper planning is what separates
a tough woman from
even tougher dates
fine china came from paper plates
she remember what it feel like missing meals
haven’t ate turnt into kobe cut steaks
no limit soldier
need her a gold tank
wedding finger designated for a gold rang
i’m gone give that wombmon my first and last
whole name
girl you looks good won’t you back that azz up
you’s respectable lover, won’tchu back that ass up
girl why is you playing, gone back that azz up
shawty you know i’m staying like i packed my bags up
loyalty forever no question tactics
ima bend over for you, forwards and backwards
i slay, you slay, that makes us both assassins
i’m feeling my blackest when your skin contacts me
(hook)
issa lotta b-tches in atlanta having paper
issa lotta
(verse 2)
shout it to the skies
shout it to the skies
blessed to spend my nights with the realist b-tch alive
you gone make me die a hundred times
die a hundred times
just to find you in the after life
do it for the 1999
1999-2000 we styling
do it for the 1999
1999-2000 you know you got me
(bridge)
issa lotta b-tches in atlanta having paper…
city of rich wombmyn
city of glo getters
whole buncha bread winners
i seen em go get it
i’m paying homage to the realist
da baby mommas who the trillest
to the ones that got no children cuz they building
seem like they all peep the vision
issa lotta b-tches in atlanta having paper…
city of rich wombmyn
city of glo getters
whole buncha bread winners
i seen em go get it
i’m paying homage to the realist
da baby mommas who the trillest
to the ones that got no children cuz they building
seem like they all peep the vision
(outro)
put on yo clothes, you bout to go work today
let these lil n-ggas know you ain’t come to play
whole lotta muafuggin money in the air, issa whole lotta money in the air let’s go!
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