50 CENT

50 CENT - Too Rich for the Bitch lyrics

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(Prod. by London On Da Track)

(Intro)

That bitch there a door knob, nigga, we all get a turn

Fuck ya catchin' feelings for? I mean when yo ass'll learn?

That pussy community, community

(Verse)

While ya be all in her DM, nigga

She be all in my BM, nigga

Ya be all in yo feelings 'bout it

Like 'when I see him I'mma kill this nigga'

I'm on three-way like, 'yahear this nigga?'

I should take the bitch back and clip the nigga

Pussy make him not pay attention

Ya punk bitch go with this nigga

I throw bands, bitch, these hoes love me

I fuck a bad bitch til she ugly

Put the pussy in recovery

I’m like, 'now what yathink of me?'

Niggas going out just to talk to these hoes

Blowing big bankrolls on clothes

Now they wonder where the money at

Yeah, the muthafuckin' money that they had from the re-up gone

I don't do no stalkin'

I don't cuff no hoes, tell a bitch keep walking

I don't do much talking

Right now I'm flossing, I do this often, got to flex on a bitch

Tag team, I got next on a bitch (I got next) I ain't stressin' a bitch

But erry now and then I blow a check on a bitch

(Hook)

Drop that ho back off in her hood, too rich for the bitch

I'm too rich for the bitch, I'm too rich for the bitch

Drop that ho back off at that club, I'm too rich for the bitch

I'm too rich for the bitch, I'm too rich for the bitch

Now do it, baby, do it, baby, do it, do it

Do it, baby, do it, yeah yeah

Now do it, baby, do it, baby, do it, do it

Do it, baby, do it, yeah yeah

(Verse 2)

Shawty playing, she lame for that

She ain't have to put a nigga name in that

Beefing ova these bitches, not me

Nah, nigga, I ain't came for that

We don't talk to no pillows, nigga

We brought all these bitches with us

Ya act like yagot all the hoes

But all I see is niggas with ya

She don't like when ya pulling on her

She like me, I'm pulling up

I act like I don't want her

Ya act like ya can't get enough

That bitch there like dopeboys

If ya got money she going for it

I drink that hoe, her head so good

She gon' have ya there like, 'oh lord'

All this time ya ain't on

I done bought her shit ya can't afford

She take pictures with yo money

But ya tell her she can't do it

All ya niggas don't panic

I'm just tryin' to understand it

I must take these hoes for granted

Or ya niggas just so romantic

(Hook)

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