Bitches VillaBanks

[Testo di "Bitches"]

[Intro]
(Yeah)
(Eh, hello mami)
Bitches on bitches on bitches on bitches on bitches on bitches on bitches on bitches on bitches on bitches
Bitches on bitches on bitches on bitches on bitches on bitches on bitches on bitches on bitches on bitches
Ayo, G
Yeah

[Strofa 1]
My fans, they ride or die
She hopped in the van, so she can ride my dick all night
That pussy thight, turn it inside out
I just might, I despise broke boys tryna tell me how to live my life
Game's finished, all the kids who want a do over
And I used to think that way too until I grew older
New Range Rover, gold chain, you want ’em bad
Don't get mad, name your game, get your bag
Bed sheets, I be fuckin' these bithces and they be dolce
She been messin’ shit up all night like it's okay
Gold flakes rain on her when she walks through the doorway
Roses in the bathtub, same one where she spilled the rosé
Ah, smoking on resin
Lookin' for reasons, why they find me so offensive?
Why they gettin' so obsessive?
It's peanuts to me whatever they spendin'
I gave 'em penis 'cause that’s what they’ve been demandin'