My Bitch

[Intro: BandGang Javar]
BandGang
Don't forget the big money
(Oh yeah Chris)

[Verse 1: BandGang Javar]
All my bitches love me
They don't be usin' niggas comin', good dick and money
Her stylist love me too, I spend enough money
Safety first, I got 'em scissoring, they Mike Cuggy
I like girls that like girls, got 'em matchin' sets
Love her vibe, cool as hell, ain't just 'bout the sex
She got bitches super mad, see her as a threat
Let's go piss them bitches off, blow another check
This card don't decline, these MasterCards don't, neither
She got her own bag, but I punched all base sneakers
I bless her so often, I'd be a good preacher
Every time we fuck look like she havin' Little Caesars
If you love me, tell your friends drop these checks in their accounts
I love bitches with some hussle, you a real one, I can vouch
Lately in public, once you put them kids asleep, it come out
I don't know what I love more, dick in her ass or her mouth

[Chorus: BandGang Javar & BandGang Biggs]
Lightskin, ass chunky, and she get money
What my bitch look like spendin' her own money?
Brown skin, slim thick, 'll hit a lick for me
What my bitch look like spendin' her own money?
I got class, baby, I don't fuck with flunkies, come and get some money
Baby girl, I can turn you up, this dick gon' have you runnin'
Screamin' out "Big Money BandGang" every time she comin'
Got her draggin' bags out Somerset 'til the Beamers stumblin'

[Verse 2: BandGang Biggs]
I'm at a crossroad, I'm like, "Should I swipe or should I punch?"
Y'all the po-po's, but I can't let y'all niggas tell on us
Y'all fuck with broke hoes, all my bitches rich and thick as fuck
All my whips be tinted up and all my chains be tintin' up
All y'all niggas be pocket watchin' with them empty-ass pockets
Got them rackades on me now, can't fit this shit up in a wallet
Fuckin' with the pharm', I should've went to school to be a doctor
Plugged in with the dog, cop three-five or better to drive the [?]
All I want is suck and slob it, bitch, don't rock out too much mileage
Join the bands, you get invited, don't get excited, it's all Tyson
Racks stacked up just like I like it, got the torch, let's start a riot
Havin' problems, let's talk about it, this [?] pape' might start a file
Did the Maybach by eighteen, I said, "Fuck school", I ain't go to college
I'm that nigga of your dreams, your bitch startin' to have a baby by me
All my niggas sippin' lean, I be done misused the baby bottles
Got beef, I fucked his baby mama, sent bullets at they baby shower

[Chorus: BandGang Javar & BandGang Biggs]
Lightskin, ass chunky, and she get money
What my bitch look like spendin' her own money?
Brown skin, slim thick, 'll hit a lick for me
What my bitch look like spendin' her own money?
I got class, baby, I don't fuck with flunkies, come and get some money
Baby girl, I can turn you up, this dick gon' have you runnin'
Screamin' out "Big Money BandGang" every time she comin'
Got her draggin' bags out Somerset 'til the Beamers stumblin'