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Make a bitch rich, cause the baddest bitch taught you that
Make a bitch rich, cause the baddest bitch taught you that
Make a bitch rich, cause the baddest bitch taught you that
Make a bitch rich, cause the baddest bitch taught you that
Make a bitch rich, cause the baddest bitch taught you that
Make a bitch rich, cause the baddest bitch taught you that
Make a bitch rich, cause the baddest bitch taught you that
Make a bitch rich, cause the baddest bitch taught you that
See your face when I'm rappin, I'm makin it happen
Your bitch bitchin and trippin, we don't trip, we the baddest
Gettin gifts on the average, some of them come from Paris
Louis V to the feet, every day of the week
And every other week, I be in a different V
Flyin to the mall, bout to spend 20 on the feet
Louis, Christian and Prada, Gucci slippers for showers
I got that Porsche outside, you in that Eddie Bauer
I got toys I ride, switch em every hour
In my own crib, no more creepin to the shower
Get like me ho, in a GT ho
Got your ego feelin smaller than a peep hole
Deep throat, we know, G code
C notes, C4 is how we blow
Huh, huh, yeah, I gotta laugh at em
I'm tryin to teach you somethin that I learned from the baddest
Make a bitch rich, cause the baddest bitch taught you that
Make a bitch rich, cause the baddest bitch taught you that
Make a bitch rich, cause the baddest bitch taught you that
Make a bitch rich, cause the baddest bitch taught you that
Make a bitch rich, cause the baddest bitch taught you that
Make a bitch rich, cause the baddest bitch taught you that
Make a bitch rich, cause the baddest bitch taught you that
Make a bitch rich, cause the baddest bitch taught you that
Yeah I said that, give a bitch a couple stacks
One or two, nah nigga, keep cuffin that
Trin Bean, I'm the queen of the scene
Cavali jeans, damn right, I'm a fiend
Now she say 10, but for me you gotta double that
Pussy cat lookin fatter than a double stack
Rock star extraordinare, nigga hell yeah
Kickin all rap bitches in the derriere
I'm ridin South Beach, top back in the Coupe
On the way to my new album cover shoot
Now get that money ho, and fuck these niggas
Cause if he ain't got that dough, he shouldn't have you neither
Now tell that nigga better slide you the B's
And if he can't do that, tell him slide you the keys
To somethin exotic, chromed out with your name on it
Or make that nigga build a crib any way you want it
Make a bitch rich, cause the baddest bitch taught you that
Make a bitch rich, cause the baddest bitch taught you that
Make a bitch rich, cause the baddest bitch taught you that
Make a bitch rich, cause the baddest bitch taught you that
Make a bitch rich, cause the baddest bitch taught you that
Make a bitch rich, cause the baddest bitch taught you that
Make a bitch rich, cause the baddest bitch taught you that
Make a bitch rich, cause the baddest bitch taught you that
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