I Love My Bitches

Rick Ross

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    A month ago, I gave a chick a hundred stacks
    Straight to Neiman Marcus, young bitch had a heart attack
    Ohhh man, I love my bitches
    Bottles, Beamers, brand New Benz’s
    Barbies, ballerina’s and Britney’s
    Barbra Streisand edition Bentleys
    Bricks, big face hundreds in bundles
    Boy, I’m a boss, I rose from the jungles
    God forgives and these killers won’t
    In a room full of heathens, good niggas die alone
    Better start taking notes as I’m taking tokes
    The hood wanna see you die and they taking votes
    My vision always mentioned coke
    My women never sit in coach
    Ohh man, I love my bitches
    Tongue kissin’ a dark skinneded vixen
    50, 60 racks, I might go blow a 100 though
    Jet owner, G5, where you wanna go?
    F-ck your ex’s baby, really, that’s your past?
    Load up your carry-on’s and all of this is cash

    Ohh man, I love my bitches
    Ohh man, I love my bitches
    Ohh man, I love my bitches
    East coast to West coast, all my bitches

    Ohh man, I love my bitches
    Ohh man, I love my bitches
    Ohh man, I love my bitches
    East coast to West coast, all my bitches

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    Tryna’ bring you into my world, baby
    Just stand there, You the canvas, I’mma paint the picture
    You never met another nigga, you know, fuck it, take it

    Am I really just a narcissist
    Cause I wake up to a bowl of Lobster bisque?
    And I wake up on some mobbin’ shit
    With a great view and half my niggas swappin’ bricks
    It’s just a way of life
    For the king of diamonds, so I gotta stay the night
    50 cash in the Louis for the chicken wings
    Started in a neighborhood and now we on to bigger things
    Large clique of my constituents
    Combination to the safe, straight to the Benjamins
    Living life to the fullest was the emphasis
    Making love to Mary J’s “Reminisce”

    Ohh man, I love my bitches
    Ohh man, I love my bitches
    Ohh man, I love my bitches
    East coast to West coast, all my bitches

    It was all good just a week ago
    Paper tag on the Panamera, my speakers blow
    My bitch sittin’ cute, she left her panties home
    Suckin’ the dick of the don, I’m talking Miami’s own
    Money like (LeBron James), money like (Dwyane Wade)
    (Play it right) peelin’ two off the dealership in the same day
    (Say it right) paid like Mark Clayton, Mark Duper
    Soon as nigga’s start hatin’, start shootin’
    Come along, money longer than Olajuwan’s
    Lotta one’s, all the bitches yeah the model one’s
    Tongue pierced, dick sucked, yeah the swallow ons
    50 million, I’m the only one that got it done

    Ohh man, I love my bitches
    Ohh man, I love my bitches
    Ohh man, I love my bitches
    East coast to West coast, all my bitches

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