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rick ross - got a bitch 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-gg- need baby
i ain’t gon’ play with ya
dont waste my time, wont 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 its 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 d-ck right before she give you brain

[hook: 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-gg-, servin’ and swervin’
got this b-tch love red, thats how we plead
cmb down n-gg-, 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’ wit it
the ho bought me a phantom, mother f-ck the b-tch

[hook]

[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, thats 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, its 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 its 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

[hook]

[outro: dj khaled]
this that 305, 504
504, 305 sh-t
this birdman, rick ross
lost tapes, volume 1 h

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