Bitch Betta Have My Money

Ja Rule

Composición de: Irv Gotti/Jeffrey Atkins
What up love 
 You thought I wouldn't recognize ho like stats 
 I peep you at the strip joint 
 You and that little black chick 
 Acting like you so innocent 
 When you in the six 
 Usually that bring the freak right out of a bitch 
 I knew something was wrong 
 Lesbian I go on 
 Ain't nothing wrong with bump n' grinding right 
 I like mines tight 
 You like yours licked 
 And we both like bitches to get high high wit 
 You opted to leave a nigga with no options 
 You freak hoe dance topless baby 
 What's ya sitcho 
 You ride dildo 
 Plastic nympho 
 Only see dick in porno 
 Hun lidten 
 I can make your life a world of difference 
 Throw me in the mix of your sexual experiences 
 See what happens 
 In like two weeks 
 These hoes is freaking 
 Making about two g's a piece a weekend 
 That's what I'm saying 
 Chorus x2: 
 It ain't easy pimped out 
 Flossing furs 
 Diamonds 
 Matching sets his and hers 
 Keep ya hoes on point 
 Tell them watch the fuzz 
 Cause 
 Bitch better have my money 
 Keep my ones on top 
 My tens on lock 
 My hoe in the drop 
 Got a hot little co-op 
 Prestigous 
 Rock a cuban link with Jesus 
 Lord have mercy 
 Let me touch this 
 Tease it 
 For reasons 
 I can't explain to you lord 
 Cause you know my actions are censored 
 Don't diss chips to fuck with no broad 
 This one can get it 
 Damn near split it 
 Yeah picture me paying for some pussy I ain't even smelled yet 
 Let alone got wet 
 But I'm willing to make a bet 
 That the next time we riding 
 If she ain't riding 
 On the turnpike you you bobbing 
 While I'm weaving 
 Getting weede 
 Believe me 
 This pimp shit ain't easy baby 
 I tell you ain't no hoes like the ones I got 
 They make you fiend for that pussy coming up out ya pockets 
 Chorus x2: 
 It ain't easy pimped out 
 Flossing furs 
 Diamonds 
 Matching sets his and hers 
 Keep ya hoes on point 
 Tell them watch the fuzz 
 Cause 
 Bitch better have my money 
 Baby girl you so hot I feel like Iceberg Slim 
 I pimp plenty women 
 Got to tip my hat to a ten 
 Just been in too many run ins with dead ends 
 Comparisions range from thick ones to thin 
 Explosive sex thoughts coming from this young work horse 
 I spend hard times like D.A.'s in criminal courts 
 Fro the love of my life I'll cut down on the sport 
 For the jewels with ice and creep to never get caught 
 You know the game 
 You and I is one in the same 
 But you got my name 
 tatooed on ya leg 
 Shit is serious 
 Now you caling me acting delirious 
 Used to be my best bitch 
 Now somewhat resistant 
 Street life got you hot like Heather Hunter 
 Worn out and don't nobody want ya 
 First time i met ya you played me out of pocket 
 I ain't know no better bitch 
 Now stop it 
 Game is the topic 
 And what's between your legs is the product 
 Use it properly 
 And you'll make dollars biatch 
 Chorus x2: 
 It ain't easy pimped out 
 Flossing furs 
 Diamonds 
 Matching sets his and hers 
 Keep ya hoes on point 
 Tell them watch the fuzz 
 Cause 
 Bitch better have my money
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