City Girls - That's My Bitch lyrics

That's my bitch there fat ass, they stare
Thirty-four-inch hair
Bring out those shoes, we want both pairs
Dope boys,  gun shells long nails,  Chanel
If all else fails
I know my bitch gon' pay my bail

Want me to grip your dick with two hands
(ayy) i want them shoes right there
Cost a few bands (few bands)
Uh, turn my baby daddy to my sugar daddy
(oww)
He gon' blow a bag just to make me happy
(facts)
He just put me in the Lamb', I'ma speed fast
(skrrt)
In that Rolls Royce truck where he eat ass
(eat ass, ass)
Booty stickin' out and I ain't get shots yet
He just put me on a jet from the projects
If your nigga givin' you somethin'
Stick your tongue out (Tongue out)
I need a thug, baby
Quick to pull his gun out (Gun out)
Uh, pussy pink, I need a G-wag
I want a rich ass nigga, fuck your cheap ass

That's my bitch there fat ass, they stare
Thirty-four-inch hair
Bring out those shoes, we want both pairs
Dope boys, gun shells long nails, Chanel
If all else fails
I know my bitch gon' pay my bail

Pull up, sprinter, bad bitches (bad bitches)
And we ain't ever gotta pay
'cause we bad bitches (mad bitches)
In the section with the niggas
Who got mad riches (ayy)
Makin' it rain with their money
Takin' mad pictures
Pretty bitch, plenty racks in the Chanel bag
(facts)
Yung Miami keep the Glock if you act bad
(pow)
Pussy juice drippin' on a nigga durag (ahh)
Best bitch need one, I need two bags (Double)
That's my bitch there one fight, all fight
We don't play fair, period

That's my bitch there fat ass, they stare
Thirty-four-inch hair
Bring out those shoes, we want both pairs
Dope boys
Long nails, Chanel if all else fails
I know my bitch gon' pay my bail