Lyrics:

[Intro]
All my bitches got hella ass and barely any stomach
Hoop earrings and cornrows, they tell me that they love me

[Chorus]
Ayy, all my bitches got hella ass and barely any stomach
Hoop earrings and cornrows, they tell me that they love me
All bullets hit the back of everyone that fronted
Hundreds, fifties, twenties, just tell me how you want it
All my bitches got hella ass and barely any stomach
Hoop earrings and cornrows, they tell me that they love me
All bullets hit the back of everyone that fronted
I got hundreds, fifties, twenties, just tell me how you want it, ayy

[Verse 1]
My bitch is bad (My bitch is bad)
She from the streets (She from the streets)
She roll her eyes (Ayy, ayy)
She suck her teeth (Yeah)
She know the guys
She throw the signs (Woo)
Said f*ck them niggas, ayy
She know the vibe (Ayy, ayy)
f*ck her 'til I fall asleep (Woo), ninety-three up in my Jeep (Ayy)
Strip club like once a week (Ayy), eat the p*ssy, rub her feet (Ayy)
I'm a savage dog, a beast, two phones and still hard to reach
She don't care what niggas say 'cause p*ssy calls and talk is cheap (Ayy)
My biggest fan and my worst critic, only like the song if she can twerk with it (Ayy)
Treat my bitches just like my business, I don't want no other niggas in it
Uncle Luke in the bank, nigga, don't stop, just get it, get it
She made me nut in like six seconds, said, 'Chill, baby, it's been a minute' (Woo)
[Chorus]
My bitches got hella ass and barely any stomach (Crip)