Doughboyz Cashout, YG, Jeezy - Next Bitch lyrics

Said bitches ain't shit, hoes ain't neither
Skeeting ain't fucking
You know I'mma leave 'em
If ya want the whole thing, nigga
Holla at my people black boy, white girl
I ain't talking jungle fever
Pussy nigga, what's up?

Uh, I still love my ex bitch
But now I'm on to the next bitch
The only time you gettin' a text, bitch
Is when a nigga need some sex, bitch
So much paper, hoodie custom alligator
I fuck
She said she was pregnant two months later
Uh, eighteen years with her, I wasn't with it
Like Doughboyz, I had to cash
Out at the clinic, woah
I still love my ex bitch
But it's on to the next bitch
I said I still love my ex bitch
But it's on to the next bitch
I still love my ex bitch
But it's on to the next bitch
I said I still love my ex bitch
But it's on to the next bitch

I still love my ex bitch
Even though that bitch ain't shit
40 cal, got a 30 clip
Don't play boy, I let it rip
Doughboyz, yeah we in this bitch
Been getting money since '06
Dolce shoes with the matching shirt
Whole city know who got that work
While you bitch ass niggas hurt
I be ballin' cause I want to
Do it with finesse
All these gold chains just
Hanging from my neck
Quis in a vet, I'm in a Range
Grab my bitch a bracelet and
Chaz grab the chain

Louis jacket with the sweats, bitch
Left wrist VS1 infested
Jesus piece on, I'm a blessing
Now my ice game sick like my ex bitch
I don't give a fuck about a ho
If I was broke, shit
I couldn't get a buck up out the ho
I need one with good credit
Get a truck up out the ho
I don't catch no feelings
I don't suffer by the ho
Bought a pad in the burbs
But I moved out quick
Cause you around niggas I
Done had shootouts with (dirty bitch)
And you wonder why they call you bitch
Cause the respect I had for you
You done lost the shit, bitch


20 thousand on my tummy, now she money hungry
See that a nigga eating
Now she swear she love me
And think of me when I
Ain't had nowhere to stay
Now I'm hanging out with Jeezy
Riding foreigns in the A
Sippin' Perrier Jouet with my brand new wifey
And we got matching rollies like
My parents in the '90s
I keep her right beside me
I know I got a bad bitch anything she want
I swear to God I'mma cash it
That broke shit is past tense, nigga
I'mma boss
Everyday she get a gift like I'm Santa Claus
I'm lost with you, but I'm winning with her
In the winter, matching furs
With a crib in the burbs

(Pussy nigga, what's up?)
The only time you gettin' a text, bitch
Is when a nigga need some sex, bitch