Bitch Betta Have My Money AMG

[Intro]
Bitch betta have my money
Ahhhhhhhhhhh shit, here we go on the one ya'll with nothing to clown

[AMG]
It ain't nothing like black pussy on my dick
Word to the motherfucking DJ Quik
I play hoes like dominoes, slapping bones;
AMG's on the motherfucking microphone
I slang dick, bitch, nothing more and nothing less;
You got a C-note, ho, you can take the test
And bring big fat titties and lots of back
You got the woody, and I got the axe
I'm no joke when I stroke for a client;
Bitches need dick, so they buying it
G with the high-top fade;
Open up your Coach bag, bitch, so I can get paid
And take off your G-string drawers
Bitch eat your Wheaties, cause I don't pause
What are you laughing at? Ain't a damn thing funny
(Bitch betta have my money)
I don't charge by the inch, I charge by the foot
Think I'm lyin', bitch? Here, take a look
100% USDA grade A beef — here's my card, call me
You look like you ain't been pumped in a while
Pick up the motherfucking phone and dial
And have your money in a big ass stack
I'm swingin' this dick like a newjack (Bitch) so