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All my bitches who go to get money (all my bitches get money get so good)
All my bitches who go to get money (all my bitches get money get so good)
All my bitches who go to get money (all my bitches get money get so good)
All my bitches who go to get money (all my bitches get money get so good)

Look, these bitches ain't fuckin' like me (hell nah)
These bitches mad sucking they teeth (mhm)
These bitches stay duckin' that beef (woo)
All you pussy-ass hoes so weak (come on)
That bitch gotta fuck for dinner (what?)
That bitch gotta fuck for clothes (mhm)
Peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat
Ain't got a pimp, but you still gotta ho
Hey, mommy, you dirty
And your boyfriend's fucking them 30s
Can't fight without poppin' them yerdlies (hell nah)
You give them that, too, like jerky (slut)
4:30, Saturday morning, suckin' that dick while your chick recording
Sell pussy but bitch, you're 40
I can only fuck if a bitch really horny (uh-huh)
Yo, in the booth, I'm sippin' the ace (uh)
On the board, I'll be flippin' the bass (woah)
Just a ho, you be sniffin' the K
Bitch, you take a piss in her face
While I rose to the top, y'all fuck to the middle
Played you sting-bing hoes like a fiddle
Bitch, this the riddle, why that BBL don't even jiggle?

All my bitches who go to get money (all my bitches get money get so good)
All my bitches who go to get money (all my bitches get money get so good)
All my bitches who go to get money (all my bitches get money get so good)
All my bitches who go to get money (all my bitches get money get so good)

I'm talkin' 'bout ding-ding-ding-di-ding-ding (mhm)
She a little thot, miss sce-scene queen
Fix my lipstick, while I bump the tin-tings
Pull up in the mink boots, rockin' blink, blink, bli-blink, blink (come on)
Ring, ring, ri-ring, ring, that's the business, gotta talk the ching-ching
Say you big cheese, but you more like sting bing
And you ain't even writing no shit you sing, sing, si-sing, sing
And I merry, drunk on a [lerry?] (mhm)
I show a ho the big bang theory (mhm)
Suck dick till my eyes all teary
I told that bum-bitch down lackin' [?] (hell nah)
'Cause if it ain't direct, can't respect it
You already know your girl stay protected (mhm)
Well connected [?]
You bitches get books for pennies and rock Macyes (ho)
And if I hear it one time, then it's [?]
I ain't be for no bitch over FaceTime, bitch
I'm up from nighttime to daytime
Bitches ain't got no flow, they just take mine (hell nah)
You bitches ain't got no style, stop the Dolls Kill
I'm big Chucky, bitch, I'll get the dolls killed (what?)
You chop-shop-ass-hoes, stop the [?] mill
How you rockin' [?] and still smell like raw milk?

All my bitches who go to get money (all my bitches get money get so good)
All my bitches who go to get money (all my bitches get money get so good)
All my bitches who go to get money (all my bitches get money get so good)
All my bitches who go to get money (all my bitches get money get so good)