Foxy Brown - Baller Bitch lyrics

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Yo Fox and $hort, yo

Don't let that pretty shit fool you, yo

I ain't pay that bitch phone bill

This is for all my ballin' ass bitches

All over, worldwide

Shake them thighs for them hots

For all my niggas on every street corner

That's right, love y'all niggas

My nigga's never call her bitch, we all be rich

More money than she ever seen

That want a bitch to lay on her back

The hell with that

More money than he ever seen

Yo, yo, kiss the projects goodbye

I'mma change you bitch

I'mma have niggas thinkin you a famous bitch

Here's the keys to the Benz, but don't start the car

If you good I'mma let you park the car

From a straight broke-ass to a baller-bitch

They got no other choice but to call you rich

I got hella fly ladies, never cry ladies

Those cheat-on-they-man type tell a lie ladies

Diamond rings, platinum chains

Tell 'em "Baller Bitch" when they ask your name

I say strut that strut, walk that walk

Pop that shit, talk that talk

Hold your head high, be proud of this life

Pray to God that you never fall out of this life

'Cause it's much more better than all world scenes

Bitch, open up your eyes, it's a poor girl's dream

Kiss that jail shit goodbye, I'mma lace you, nigga

I'mma have bitches thinkin' you a famous nigga

Blaze the keys to the crib, have you lovin' this life

And bitches, ain't nothing fuckin' with a thug in your life

And them frontin' ass niggas who be caught in the hype

Like they OT and ain't sold a drug in they life

I got husslin' ass niggas, thuggin' ass niggas

Always on some shit, never trust them ass niggas

Bust your guns niggas cop your ones

And tell them "Big Baller" when you flash it once

Nigga lock the bar down

Show these cats how it's done

Then slide through the hood and go fuck with your duns

Call me what you want, I been heard the worst

And if it's Cris' in this bitch

Bet I'm poppin' it first

And if the 700's come, I'll be coppin' it first

So whenever you see some hot shit I'm rockin' it first

Shit, droppin' a verse

The pot in 'em choppin' it first

Basically when I ride-by, I'm hurtin' them worse

So now boo, what you gonna do?

You see how quick I got you

That's how quick I will drop you