Jessica Sutta - Bottle Bitch lyrics
rate meShe a money, grabbing bottle bitch
A money, grabbing bottle bitch
A money, grabbing bottle bitch
A money, grabbing bottle bitch
You about that bitch, a money grabbing bottle bitch
She a money, grabbing bottle bitch
A money, grabbing bottle bitch
A money, grabbing bottle bitch
She a money, grabbing bottle bitch
You a bottle bitch, a money grabbing bottle bitch
She wants your brain, cuz she see a lot
She in the bed cuz she see the watch
She drop on that table and run all the bottle
Hoping she met somebody with money
Leaving her friends at the party
These bitches only about the money
Shouts on club and they dooming from nowhere
Pants go lower and the panties go lower
Suckers be buying the diner
And trying like somebody owner
Why? Cuz she a money grabbing bottle bitch
She a money grabbing bottle bitch
A money grabbing bottle bitch
A money grabbing bottle bitch
She a money grabbing bottle bitch
A money grabbing bottle bitch
A money grabbing bottle bitch
She a money grabbing bottle bitch
All up in the banz, sure they wanna dance, sure they wanna another motherfucker
That she can have
Can you be my banz? Can you pay my rent?
Or you taking me the money that I’m trying now to spend
Ooh no, it wasn’t like that
I spend it on my grab, she know she got it that bad
This bitch know that I suffer ‘til you get a hard attach
She want another heat, roll up
She like the disease, get ball out
Wanna be round me, roll up, baby be me
Broking every week, kinda run on every race
Abracadabra boom she’s gone
She on to the next, now you’ve been wrong
So next time you think with your dick
Make sure she ain’t no bottle bitch
She a money, grabbing bottle bitch
A money, grabbing bottle bitch
A money, grabbing bottle bitch
A money, grabbing bottle bitch
You about that bitch, a money grabbing bottle bitch
She a money, grabbing bottle bitch
A money, grabbing bottle bitch
A money, grabbing bottle bitch
She a money, grabbing bottle bitch
You a bottle bitch, a money grabbing bottle bitch
Have your G on, your G on
Hole menace , J Lo, how broke the man how be wearing a hooped dog
How got the yayo
No meal on rooms, no day off
She make you wet when you make it a rain on
Rain on, she’s looking for the models
Fallow in and fuck all with that Champaign roll
She a money, grabbing bottle bitch
A money, grabbing bottle bitch
A money, grabbing bottle bitch
A money, grabbing bottle bitch
You about that bitch, a money grabbing bottle bitch
She a money, grabbing bottle bitch
A money, grabbing bottle bitch
A money, grabbing bottle bitch
She a money, grabbing bottle bitch
You a bottle bitch, a money grabbing bottle bitch
