Bitches

[Intro: Rich Homie Quan] Yeah (What?!) Rich…Homie…Quan (Thugga. What?! What?!) [Hook: Rich Homie Quan & (Young Thug)] My car goes faster than yours lil' nigga damn right I know it (SWOO!) My bitch she badder than yours hell yea young nigga I know it (Main bitch) My clique gon' fuck, she fuck you up, yea nigga I know it (Sheesh!, sheesh!) Yo baby momma get fucked by me, my nigga I know it But I like (Bitches) bitches (Bitches) bitches (bitches) whoa (Bitches) bitches (bitches) bitches (bitches) whoa (Bitches) (bitches) What you like? (Bitches) I like (Bitches) I fuck (Bitches) I can't trust these (Bitches) [Verse 1: Young Thug] Bitch ass hoes Every thing a nigga say should be quoted Get between the lines like a Roly Poly Rich Homie Quan attracted the green like he's molded [Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan] Got a hunna thou in the top room, nigga I ain't playing bout money no more Say she wanna feature, what's ya budget? My nigga I'm on, say you want a feature where yo bread (Whoo) [?] MC Hammer can't touch 'em (can't touch 'em) (can't touch 'em) Catch a nigga sleepin' in the porta-potty and Run up on 'em then buss 'em But I ain't tryna get in no trouble, you can ask thugger [Verse 3: Young Thug] I ain't worry bout nothin', I ain't worry bout jack Got a hunna bloods with me, all 'em screaming "Ratta-tat-tat" Money bout longer than a 'Lac Young stoner life, nigga YSL Three hoes, call me Quan ills On the way to heaven, we raise hell [Hook: Rich Homie Quan & (Young Thug)] My car goes faster than yours lil' nigga damn right I know it (SWOO!) My bitch she badder than yours hell yea young nigga I know it (Main bitch) My clique gon' fuck, she fuck you up, yea nigga I know it (Sheesh!, sheesh!) Yo baby momma get fucked by me, my nigga I know it But I like (Bitches) bitches (Bitches) bitches (bitches) whoa (Bitches) bitches (bitches) bitches (bitches) whoa (Bitches) (bitches) What you like? (Bitches) I like (Bitches) I fuck (Bitches) I can't trust these (Bitches) [Verse 4: Rich Homie Quan] Lame ass niggas (lame-o's) Try'na act cool, it's a shame on these niggas [?] times two [?] in this bitch, [?] with this dick You took her on a date but I left with this bitch Cook it in your face like a chef in this bitch, yea chef in this bitch, bitch [Verse 5: Young Thug] Cook it, Lil' B voice Juug it, Deebo voice Pussy niggas, feed me more I got birds like B-More I got your main bitch and she flex on my wood like a carpenter If the bitch start trippin', I'm Dwight Howard with it IPhone, yea I'm blocking her! [Verse 6: Rich Homie Quan] Hunnid thousand dollars in [?] so a nigga gettin' paid Spend 55 thousand dollar on a bar, but I still can't sleep I say she love me, I love her, I call her babe Feel like money paid for a nigga, I'm feelin' like ayyee! [Hook: Rich Homie Quan & (Young Thug)] My car goes faster than yours lil' nigga damn right I know it (SWOO!) My bitch she badder than yours hell yea young nigga I know it (Main bitch) My clique gon' fuck, she fuck you up, yea nigga I know it (Sheesh!, sheesh!) Yo baby momma get fucked by me, my nigga I know it But I like (Bitches) bitches (Bitches) bitches (bitches) whoa (Bitches) bitches (bitches) bitches (bitches) whoa (Bitches) (bitches) What you like? (Bitches) I like (Bitches) I fuck (Bitches) I can't trust these (Bitches)