All My Bitches

Da Brat

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    Where my bitches at?
    Where is all my bitches at?
    This motherfucker right here
    This for all y'all motherfuckers
    You a bitch, you a bitch, I'm a bitch
    We all bitches
    In this motherfucking game
    Just be a bad bitch
    When you be a bitch

    I wakes up from dreaming of money
    To thinking of money on a daily basis
    Make sure the money
    Make the way to the safe
    Put your bet's on the b to the RA
    From the west side of chi' t
    Niggas want to ride with me
    'Cause I'm the live-est
    Get high with me
    'Cause I'm fly
    Obsessed with me
    'Cause I'm shy
    No matter which whip I pick
    And butt-kick your little buckets
    And leave your face with a disgusted look
    As you bite the dust
    I get them big things
    This is hard shit, head bob
    Breaking your neck
    Raw shit
    My bitches keep hollin'
    Dollars til' God call us
    And it don't quit
    Till the earth split
    This bitch, a baller wit' it
    In a black jag, it's a fact that
    Brat the first solo to go plat
    And if it sound like I'm bragging
    I am, 'cause I'm proud of myself
    Pat a bitch on the back
    Damn straight to the bank I go
    Created a game plan
    That ya'll follow
    Switch four in the diablo
    Vacationing morocco
    Keep chasing the papers faithfully
    And 'cause I get it
    Niggas permanently hating me
    Fuck em'
    I'm talking to

    All my bitches
    That live the hood life
    Good life
    My bitches
    That don't need
    A nigga for shit
    Bitches wit' a
    Game plan
    Rockin'
    Name brand
    I dedicates this one to you
    I'm talkin' too
    All my bitches
    That live the hood life
    Good life
    My bitches
    That don't need
    A nigga for shit
    Bitches
    Niggas gotta holla at
    Screamin'
    Where them dollars at
    I dedicates this one to you

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    From the start I was in a hurry to crawl
    And walk slap niggas before I could hardly talk
    Now I got 'em on they knees, screamin'
    That's what the fuck I thought
    No matter how I part the braids
    Hear y'all chatter when I rock it straight
    I'ma bad bitch, even when the style flipped
    I get paid 'cause dough come fast in large amounts
    Too much for one nigga to count
    You must not know how a So So Def ho bounce
    To bust open another niggas accounts and be out
    To the tellee' or the atm in a 750 gray BM
    Made a motherfucker pay for the rims
    I fucked his friend, but it's all good
    He understood the way I live my life, my life
    That I can't depend on nobody
    For me to survive and stay high
    Where all my bitches at? Girls
    Make 'em love to hate us
    And whether you classy to dick suckin'
    Or a trashy bitch get your papers
    I gotta eat throw these bows
    Silently creep on these hoes
    That's robbin' my flows you impostors to me
    Prophets is all I see, I ain't got time for beef
    So I rhyme for cheese financially stable
    Tryin' to make g's and I'm talkin' to

    All my bitches
    That live the hood life
    Good life
    My bitches
    That don't need
    A nigga for shit
    Bitches wit' a
    Game plan
    Rockin'
    Name brand
    I dedicates this one to you
    I'm talkin' too
    All my bitches
    That live the hood life
    Good life
    My bitches
    That don't need
    A nigga for shit
    Bitches
    Niggas gotta holla at
    Screamin'
    Where them dollars at
    I dedicates this one to you

    And since I cover the mortgage
    The car note, the Porsche, and the condo
    We still smokin'
    Dollar signs are all I see, excuse me
    I got to cut the line leave you niggas behind
    For the third time and shine on purpose
    Blind'em every time I surface
    If an Aries hurt you you must deserve it
    Every bit of a dime is worth it
    Keep on swerving, not perfect
    But striving for that working with diamonds
    And flirting with the finest cats
    Desert the broke niggas that still live
    With their momma's at
    Provoke most to wanna wine a dine brat
    'Cause I'm dope from coast to coast
    Guarantee to fall in love with me
    After just one toast
    Smoke weed that'll make you say
    I ain't never getting' high again
    Niggas always wanna see what I'm riding in
    So I slide in the Benz outfit match
    From head to Tims
    Rims you ain't seen before fein for doe
    Screamin' cream for mo' and mo'
    Reap the benefits if it's free shit
    I take gifts in all shapes and sizes
    And diamonds is my favorite wish
    Picture me rich, a genius
    When it comes to me collecting these chips
    And this to

    All my bitches
    That live the hood life
    Good life
    My bitches
    That don't need
    A nigga for shit
    Bitches wit' a
    Game plan
    Rockin'
    Name brand
    I dedicates this one to you
    I'm talkin' too
    All my bitches
    That live the hood life
    Good life
    My bitches
    That don't need
    A nigga for shit
    Bitches
    Niggas gotta holla at
    Screamin'
    Where them dollars at
    I dedicates this one to you

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    Composición: Jermaine Dupri, Bryan-Michael Cox y Da Brat

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