Testo Denna Bitch - Juicy J feat.Project Pat
Testo della canzone Denna Bitch (Juicy J feat.Project Pat), tratta dall'album T.G
Money Train Mafia
Get more paper than a bitch
Y'all know what it is
Let's get it
I hear 'em talkin' money make a hater madder than a bitch
Got my check up now you know I get more cash than a bitch
Got a pocket full of paper and a bad yellow bitch
Ass fatter than a bitch, my car faster than a bitch
What you sayin'? Make 'em madder than a bitch
What you sayin'? Get more cash than a bitch
What you sayin'? Got a bad yellow bitch
Ass fatter than a bitch, my car go faster than a bitch
A hundred million dollars, that's the conversation
Nigga I got more whips than a dominatrix
Pretty bitch jump on my dick, let me drive you crazy
Ain't you heard my paper thicker than the yellow pages?
Press that button, lose the top, make it disappear
It's so lonely at the top, but I love it here
Pass that green, bitch I'm higher than Apollo 13
On that purple martini and a ounce of blue dream
So much money made, the counter blow a fuse
Live in the fast lane and fuck all the rules
I'm living on the edge, fuck a hater, fuck the feds
If I buy more ice I'ma need to buy a sled
I hear 'em talkin' money make a hater madder than a bitch
Got my check up now you know I get more cash than a bitch
Got a pocket full of paper and a bad yellow bitch
Ass fatter than a bitch, my car faster than a bitch
What you sayin'? Make 'em madder than a bitch
What you sayin'? Get more cash than a bitch
What you sayin'? Got a bad yellow bitch
Ass fatter than a bitch, my car go faster than a bitch
Smoking loud, drinking Henn, man I'm higher than a bitch
Dick harder than a bitch, wanna stick it in a bitch
Ferragamo, Louis shit, all designer in this bitch
I got gold on my teeth and neck, I'm shining as a bitch
Bitch look and see this shit, niggas mad than a bitch
.40 Cocked in the parking lot, get shot up by the bitch
I ain't trippin' 'bout you lames, I'm on dead presidents
All my niggas killers and ain't scared of the penitentience
Money always make the broke man, make him envy
Never bowing down to a bitch, it ain't in me
Lamborghini cost a ticket and I'm tryna ride that bitch
Have y'all running up the check, we ain't tryna hear that shit
You wanna say something 'bout the pimp?
Nigga give me your address bitch, I'ma come to your hide
If they can feel that, then they can feel
What's really going on down here right now mane
I'm glad we got an outlet where we can air these bitch ass niggas out
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
I can go broke any minute, still make four million in a hour
Closing deals with the cartel, on my speakerphone in the shower
My bitch rolling sour, you niggas is cowards
Get the fuck off of my lawn, I'm cutting the grass with them choppers
Bullets is sounding like doo-doo-doo-doo, hitting niggas and flowers
Boy, I don't fly jets, I buy jets
I'm from the low rise, high crime projects
Fuck you and your street cash and your little ass pub check
You signing niggas, I sign niggas, I buy the label
I'm in the Soho House in the library, eating sushi with Cung Le
Getting throat from your politician, this ho wanna elect me
Still a hood nigga tryna fuck everything, life in the villa
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Writer(s): Jordan Houston
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