Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Your Bitch on Me, artist - French Montana. Album song Cocaine Konvicts, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.09.2009
Record label: Coke Boys
Song language: English
Your Bitch on Me |
| Got a good thing goin' with a bad bitch |
| You know who to call when you need it |
| Wish I had another you, I’m greedy |
| Sometimes like that nigga get greedy |
| Got damn I fell in love with a bad bitch |
| You know that every time you leave me |
| Even though I know how men be talkin' |
| I just know that nigga wanna be me |
| Came in here and fell in love with a bad bitch |
| Back then she ain’t have shit |
| Now she grown up, she got ass, tits |
| Wanna know where she got that ass at |
| She hit my heart, a toot, toot on it |
| She got a dump truck, I put a boot on it |
| Don’t mind spendin' this loot on it |
| Treat her like my whip, I put some shoes on her |
| Got a dump truck, put a boot on her |
| I don’t mind trickin', spendin' loot on her |
| Walk up in the club, and toot, toot on her |
| She’s a bad bitch, put shoes on her |
| God damn, fell in love with a bad bitch |
| Said, «French, take me to Paris» |
| Dominican mami from Cali |
| I said, «Gon' bend it over, let me grab it» |
| I said, «Gon' bend it over, make it nasty» |
| Walked up in the club, rollin', Stevie Wonder glasses |
| I ain’t lookin' at you niggas, lookin' way past you |
| Young, fly, G’s up, pocket full of cash |
| You know where to find me, you know when you need me |
| All my dogs eat, they’ll tell you I ain’t greedy |
| I ain’t gon' love her, too much to leave her |
| I ain’t goin' public, surely is easy |
| Pull up with my niggas, make a move |
| Red light, green light, no it ain’t Gucci |
| Used to walk up in the store, couldn’t afford that |
| Now I walk up in the store, buyin' all that |
| Drink it to the head, man, nigga feelin' woozy |
| Pull up in the old school, boy I’m on some new shit |
| Red to the head, man we gettin' all that |
| And shorty phone answers, she don’t ever call back |
| And I can see why these niggas hate me |
| Pull up in a drop and the watch 80 |
| Pull up to the front but a nigga faded |
| Got a new crib and the shit gated |
| Came from the bottom, watch a nigga ball out |
| Drink it to the head, smoke 'til you fall out |
| Countin' up this money, nigga, keep the door locked |
| All my niggas gettin' to this money, no lie |