Bitches

[Intro: Blood Money]
Bitches, I got bitches, bitches
I got bitches, bitches
Bitches, bitches (Bitch)
Haha, I got too many, I love y'all
I got too many, I got too many hoes
I saw you hoe (Woah)

[Chorus: Blood Money]
I got mad bitches (Mad bitches), sad bitches (Sad bitches)
Got-that-bag bitches (Bag bitches)
Woah, I got mean bitches (Mean), clean bitches (Clean)
Do-my-team bitches (My team)
Woah, wo-oo-ooah
I got small bitches (Small), tall bitches (Tall)
Got old bitches (Got old bitches), wo-oo-ooah (Bitches, bitch)
I'm gang, and they tryin' to stay the fuck away from y'all niggas (Fuck away from y'all, woah, gang)

[Verse 1: Blood Money]
She drunk in love with that big boy (Big boy)
Foreign car, she pick for it (Pick for it)
She blowin' bags at six stores (Woah)
I'm glo'd up and that bitch goin' (Woah)
I'm Panamera, he Honda (Honda)
Y'all normal, this shit goin'
She drug deal me, got glo'd out
Fuck a normal that shit borin'
She ain't never been with no glo nigga (No)
Rich as heaven, that shit storin'
Caught her lackin', that four rocket
Super bad, where that bitch goin'? (Where?)
Normal niggas, they beepin' horn (Haha)
She ain't stoppin', she keepin' goin' (Woah)
Big Glo in that Porsche thang (Woah)
She couldn't ignore it
Red Bottoms, she couldn't afford it (Nah)
Until she got with that Glo Gang, that Ferroin just gettin' imported (Aah)
She don't fuck with no no-names (Nah)
All we do is just fuck gang (Gang, woaah)

[Chorus: Blood Money]
I got mad bitches (Got mad, woah), I got sad bitches (Bitches)
Glad bitches (Bitches), got-that-bag bitches (Bitches)
Bitch, it's crazy, I got, I got, I got (Bitches)
Bitches, it's crazy, bitch
I got bitches (Bitches), bitches (Bitches)
Woah, wo-oo-ooah (What you say Blood?)
I got mad bitches (Mad), sad bitches (Sad)
Got-that-bag bitches (Bag bitches)
Woaaah (Gang), I got mean bitches (Mean), clean bitches (Clean)
Do-my-team bitches (My team)
Bitches, I got small bitches (Small), tall bitches (Tall), I got old bitches (Got old)
Bitches, and they tryin' tryin' tryin' to stay the fuck away from y'all niggas (Y'all niggas, woah)

[Verse 2: Mando]
Pull up on her flexin'
White Beamer, no laxin'
Bitch and she's from Texas
Ain't no second guessin'
She gon' have to fuck me
And ain't no guarantee
That angel gon' be dust me
Shut up bitch! You lucky
That I even let your little dirty ass touch me
Magy, you are dusty
Pussy kinda musty
But trust me

[Interlude: Mando]
Aye Blood, [?] I got Chrome Heart
They go [?] bottles, Moet and Champagne
Dominicanas, colombianas, [?]
[?], oh, I forgot you don't speak that spanish my bro
I fucked up off the Champagne
[?] ([?])
Come on Blood, listen up bruh

[Chorus: Blood Money]
I got mad bitches (Mad bitches), sad bitches (Sad bitches)
Got-that-bag bitches (Bag bitches)
Woah, I got mean bitches (Mean), clean bitches (Clean)
Do-my-team bitches (My team)
Bitches, I got small bitches (Small), tall bitches (Tall)
Got old bitches (Got old bitches), wo-oo-ooah (Bitches)
And they tryin' tryin' tryin' to stay the fuck away from y'all niggas (Y'all niggas, woah)