50 CENT - Too Rich for the Bitch lyrics
rate me(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)
