Tom MacDonald - Bitchxs Got Money lyrics
Thomas MacDonald [British Columbia, Canada] 🇨🇦
[Tom MacDonald - Bitchxs Got Money lyrics]
Whoo tom Mac fucking Donald
My bitches got money
I don't fuck around with no broke hoes
My bitches got money
My bitches got money, my bitches got money
I don't fuck around with no rap hoes
But those bitches love me
Those bitches love me, those bitches love me
They come around and burn then
They turn up on me
Like it's exactly how it's supposed to
Be and now they want it
Now they want it, now they want it
No more new hoes
I been keepin' up with my old ones
Rollin' around with the same ones that
Best friends with my day ones
They want the same things
That everybody else do
Gold teeth and gold chains and
Gold rings and dope shoes
My old bitches ain't 'round here
The new girls that I found here
So high that each time we fuck it's
Not the first time they down here
My bottom makin' yellow gold
I'm tryna get my tops done
Pussy just like bills and she got
Both so let her pop some
I don't fuck around with no broke hoes
My bitches got money
My bitches got money, my bitches got money
I don't fuck around with no rap hoes
But those bitches love me
Those bitches love me, those bitches love me
No more new pussy, the good pussy is all here
I don't need no broke bitches
Money talks and I'm all ears i'm all in
I fall in then I wake up in that good good
I'd call in but I don't work
I just smoke that good good
We fuck like it's the last
Time we'll fuck but shit, it never is
We always doin' things that we done
Heard of but never did
We kiss like we're in love but shit
We never were
We act like we got shit in common
Light one and just let it burn
I don't fuck around with no broke hoes
My bitches got money
My bitches got money, my bitches got money
I don't fuck around with no rap hoes
But those bitches love me
Those bitches love me, those bitches love me
They come around and burn and then
They turn up on me
Like it's exactly how it's supposed to
Be and now they want it
Now they want it, now they want it
Threesome for breakfast and good
Weed for dessert
Champagne for lunch and more pussy for dinner
Eat her
Teach her she looks good with no t-shirt
Then leave her, don't keep her
Your homie need her
Love at first sight when he
Walk in and see her then leave them alone to
Do whatever please her she realer than most
She peel off her clothes
She need you to feed her
So she don't go broke
I don't fuck around with no broke hoes
My bitches got money
My bitches got money, my bitches got money
I don't fuck around with no rap hoes
But those bitches love me
Those bitches love me, those bitches love me
They come around and burn and then
They turn up on me
Like it's exactly how it's supposed to
Be and now they want it
Now they want it, now they want it
My bitches got money
I don't fuck around with no broke hoes
My bitches got money
My bitches got money, my bitches got money
I don't fuck around with no rap hoes
But those bitches love me
Those bitches love me, those bitches love me
They come around and burn then
They turn up on me
Like it's exactly how it's supposed to
Be and now they want it
Now they want it, now they want it
No more new hoes
I been keepin' up with my old ones
Rollin' around with the same ones that
Best friends with my day ones
They want the same things
That everybody else do
Gold teeth and gold chains and
Gold rings and dope shoes
My old bitches ain't 'round here
The new girls that I found here
So high that each time we fuck it's
Not the first time they down here
My bottom makin' yellow gold
I'm tryna get my tops done
Pussy just like bills and she got
Both so let her pop some
I don't fuck around with no broke hoes
My bitches got money
My bitches got money, my bitches got money
I don't fuck around with no rap hoes
But those bitches love me
Those bitches love me, those bitches love me
No more new pussy, the good pussy is all here
I don't need no broke bitches
Money talks and I'm all ears i'm all in
I fall in then I wake up in that good good
I'd call in but I don't work
I just smoke that good good
We fuck like it's the last
Time we'll fuck but shit, it never is
We always doin' things that we done
Heard of but never did
We kiss like we're in love but shit
We never were
We act like we got shit in common
Light one and just let it burn
I don't fuck around with no broke hoes
My bitches got money
My bitches got money, my bitches got money
I don't fuck around with no rap hoes
But those bitches love me
Those bitches love me, those bitches love me
They come around and burn and then
They turn up on me
Like it's exactly how it's supposed to
Be and now they want it
Now they want it, now they want it
Threesome for breakfast and good
Weed for dessert
Champagne for lunch and more pussy for dinner
Eat her
Teach her she looks good with no t-shirt
Then leave her, don't keep her
Your homie need her
Love at first sight when he
Walk in and see her then leave them alone to
Do whatever please her she realer than most
She peel off her clothes
She need you to feed her
So she don't go broke
I don't fuck around with no broke hoes
My bitches got money
My bitches got money, my bitches got money
I don't fuck around with no rap hoes
But those bitches love me
Those bitches love me, those bitches love me
They come around and burn and then
They turn up on me
Like it's exactly how it's supposed to
Be and now they want it
Now they want it, now they want it