All My Bitches

Where my bitches at? Where is all my bitches at? This motherfucker right here This for all ya'll motherfuckers You a bitch, you a bitch, I'm a bitch We all bitches In this motherfucking game Just be a bad bitch When you be a bitch [Verse 1] I wakes up from dreaming of money To thinking of moneyOn a daily basis Make sure the money Make the way to the safe Put your bet's on the "b" to the "ra" From the west side of chi' "t" Niggers want to ride with me Cause I'm the live-est Get high with me Cause I'm fly Obsessed with me Cause I'm shy No matter which whip I pick And butt-kick your little buckets And leave your face with a disgusted look As you bite the dust I get them big things This is hard shit, head bob Breakin your neck Raw shit My bitches keep hollin' "dollas" "til'god" Call us And it don't quit Till the earth split This bitch A baller wit' it In a black jag It's a fact that Brat the first solo To go platt And if it sound like I'm braggin,' I am, cause I'm proud of myself Pat a bitch on the back Damn...straight to the bank I go Created a game plan That ya'll follow Switch four in the diablo Vacationin' morocco Keep chasin' the papers faithfully And cause I get it Niggas permanently hatin' me Fuckem' I'm talkin' to... Hook: All my bitches That live the hood life Good life My bitches That don't need A nigger for shit Bitches wit a Game plan Rockin' Name brand I dedicates this one to you I'm talkin' too... All my bitches That live the hood life Good life My bitches That don't need A nigger for shit Bitches Niggas gotta holla at Screamin "where them dollars at" I dedicates this one to you... [Verse 2] From the start I was in a hurry to crawl And walk slap niggas before I could hardly talk Now I gottem'on they knees screamin' That's what the fuck I thought No matter how I part the braids Hear ya'll chatter when I rock it straight I'mma bad bitch even when the style flipped I get paid cause dough come fast in large amounts Too much for one nigger to count You must not know how a so so def ho bounce To bust open another niggas accounts and be out To the tellee or the atm in a 750 gray bm Made a motherfucker pay for the rims I fucked his friend but it's all good He understood the way I live my life, my life That I can't depend on nobody For me to survive and stay high Where all my bitches at? Girls Make 'em love to hate us And whether you classy to dick suckin' Or a trashy bitch get your papers I gotta eat throw these bows Silently creep on these hoes That's robbin' my flows you impostors to me Prophets is all I see I ain't got time for beef So I rhyme for cheese financially stable Tryin' to make g's and I'm talkin' to Hook [Verse 3] And since I cover the mortgage The car note, the porsche, and the condo We still smokin' Dollar signs are all I see excuse me I got to cut the line leave you niggas behind For the third time and shine on purpose Blind'em every time I surface If an aries hurt you you must deserve it Every bit of a dime is worth it Keep on swerving not perfect But striving for that working with diamonds And flirting with the finest cats Desert the broke niggas that still live With their momma's at Provoke most to wanna wine a dine brat Cause I'm dope from coast to coast Guarantee to fall in love with me After just one toast Smoke weed that'll make you say I ain't never getting' high again Niggas always wanna see what I'm riding in So I slide in the benz outfit match From head to tims Rims you ain't seen before fein for doe Screamin' cream for mo and mo Reap the benefits if it's free shit I take gifts in all shapes and sizes And diamonds is my favorite wish Picture me rich a genious When it comes to me collecting these chips And this to... Hook