Hello, can I speak to a, a, yeah you know who you are 
Look, you had no idea what ya dealing with 
Something on some of this realest shit 
Something, something… ass 
My bitch, that’s my bitch
That’s my bitch 
Sh-shorty right there 
That’s my bitch 
That’s my bitch
I've been waiting for a long, long time 
Just to get off and throw my hands up high 
And live my life, and live my life 
Just to get off and throw my hands up high
I paid for them titties, get your own 
It ain’t safe in the city, watch the throne 
You say I care more about them basquion's, basquiats 
She learning a new word, its yacht 
Blew the World up as soon as I hit the club with her 
Too Short called, told me "I fell in love with her" 
Seen by actors, ball players and drug dealers 
And some lesbians that never loved niggers 
Twisted love story True Romance 
Mary Magdalene from a pole dance 
I'm a freak huh, rock star life 
The second girl with us, that’s our wife 
Hey boys and girls, I got a new riddle 
Who's the new old perv that’s tryna play second fiddle 
No disrespect, I'm not tryna belittle 
But my dick worth money I put Monie in the middle

I've been waiting for a long, long time 
Just to get off and throw my hands up high 
And live my life, and live my life 
Just to get off and throw my hands up high, high, high, high

Silly little vixen, mixes 'til morning 
Not swerving, oh, yeah
Swear you never strolled on a bottle of that potion 
Stop motion, ooh, yeah

Go harder than a nigger for a nigger go figure 
Told me "keep my own money" if we ever did split up 
How can somethin' so gangsta be so pretty in pictures? 
With jeans and a blazer and some Louboutin slippers 
Uh, Picasso was alive he woulda made her 
That’s right nigger Mona Lisa can't fade her 
I mean Marilyn Monroe, she's quite nice 
But why all the pretty icons always all white 
Back to my Beyonces 
You deserve 3 stacks for the Andre 
Call Larry Gagosian, you belong in museums 
You belong in Vintage clothes watching the whole building 
You belong with niggers who used to be known for dope dealing 
You too dope for any of those civilians 
Now shoot trigga, stop looking at her tits 
Get ya own dog, ya heard 
That’s my bitch

I've been waiting for a long, long time 
Just to get off and throw my hands up high 
And live my life, and live my life 
Just to get off and throw my hands up high

Silly little vixen, mixes 'til morning 
Not swerving, oh, yeah 
Swear you never strolled on a bottle of that potion 
Stop motion, ooh, yeah

You have no idea what you're dealing with 
Something on some of this realest shit 
Pop some nines, so I give you the Fifth 
Something, something, yeah

That's my bitch, That's my bitch 
Sh-shorty right there? That's my bitch 
That's my bitch



                          Thanks to Andrei for correcting these lyrics