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Tom MacDonald

Bitchxs Got Money

 

Bitchxs Got Money

(альбом: Dream People & The Whiskey Wars - 2015)


Whoo
Tom Mac fucking Donald
My bitches got money

I don't fuck around with no broke hoes, my bitches got money
My bitches got money, my bitches got money
I don't fuck around with no rap hoes, but those bitches love me
Those bitches love me, those bitches love me
They come around and burn then they turn up on me
Like it's exactly how it's supposed to be and now they want it
Now they want it, now they want it

No more new hoes, I been keeping up with my old ones
Rolling around with the same ones that best friends with my day ones
They want the same things that everybody else do
Gold teeth and gold chains and gold rings and dope shoes
My old bitches ain't 'round here, the new girls that I found here
So high that each time we fuck it's not the first time they down here
My bottom making yellow gold, I'm tryna get my tops done
Pussy just like bills and she got both so let her pop some

I don't fuck around with no broke hoes, my bitches got money
My bitches got money, my bitches got money
I don't fuck around with no rap hoes, but those bitches love me
Those bitches love me, those bitches love me

No more new pussy, the good pussy is all here
I don't need no broke bitches, money talks and I'm all ears
I'm all in, I fall in then I wake up in that good good
I'd call in but I don't work, I just smoke that good good
We fuck like it's the last time we'll fuck but shit, it never is
We always doing things that we done heard of but never did
We kiss like we're in love but shit, we never were
We act like we got shit in common, light one and just let it burn

I don't fuck around with no broke hoes, my bitches got money
My bitches got money, my bitches got money
I don't fuck around with no rap hoes, but those bitches love me
Those bitches love me, those bitches love me
They come around and burn and then they turn up on me
Like it's exactly how it's supposed to be and now they want it
Now they want it, now they want it

Threesome for breakfast and good weed for dessert
Champagne for lunch and more pussy for dinner
Eat her, teach her she looks good with no t-shirt
Then leave her, don't keep her, your homie need her
Love at first sight when he walk in and see her
Then leave them alone to do whatever please her
She realer than most, she peel off her clothes
She need you to feed her so she don't go broke

I don't fuck around with no broke hoes, my bitches got money
My bitches got money, my bitches got money
I don't fuck around with no rap hoes, but those bitches love me
Those bitches love me, those bitches love me
They come around and burn and then they turn up on me
Like it's exactly how it's supposed to be and now they want it
Now they want it, now they want it

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