Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bitch Betta Have My Money , by - Ja Rule. Release date: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bitch Betta Have My Money |
| What up love |
| You thought I wouldn’t recognize ho like stats |
| I peep you at the strip joint |
| You and that little black chick |
| Acting like you so innocent |
| When you in the six |
| Usually that bring the freak right out of a bitch |
| I knew something was wrong |
| Lesbian I go on |
| Ain’t nothing wrong with bump n' grinding right |
| I like mines tight |
| You like yours licked |
| And we both like bitches to get high high wit |
| You opted to leave a nigga with no options |
| You freak ho dance topless baby |
| What’s ya sitcho |
| You ride dildo |
| Plastic nympho |
| Only see dick in porno |
| Hun lidten |
| I can make your life a world of difference |
| Throw me in the mix of your sexual experiences |
| See what happens |
| In like two weeks |
| These hoes is freaking |
| Making about two g’s a piece a weekend |
| That’s what I’m saying |
| It ain’t easy pimped out |
| Flossing furs |
| Diamonds |
| Matching sets his and hers |
| Keep ya hoes on point |
| Tell them watch the fuzz |
| Cause |
| Bitch better have my money |
| Keep my ones on top |
| My tens on lock |
| My ho in the drop |
| Got a hot little co-op |
| Prestigous |
| Rock a cuban link with Jesus |
| Lord have mercy |
| Let me touch this |
| Tease it |
| For reasons |
| I can’t explain to you lord |
| Cause you know my actions are censored |
| Don’t diss chips to fuck with no broad |
| This one can get it |
| Damn near split it |
| Yeah picture me paying for some pussy I ain’t even smelled yet |
| Let alone got wet |
| But I’m willing to make a bet |
| That the next time we riding |
| If she ain’t riding |
| On the turnpike you you bobbing |
| While I’m weaving |
| Getting weede |
| Believe me |
| This pimp shit ain’t easy baby |
| I tell you ain’t no hoes like the ones I got |
| They make you fiend for that pussy coming up out ya pockets |
| It ain’t easy pimped out |
| Flossing furs |
| Diamonds |
| Matching sets his and hers |
| Keep ya hoes on point |
| Tell them watch the fuzz |
| Cause |
| Bitch better have my money |
| Baby girl you so hot I feel like Iceberg Slim |
| I pimp plenty women |
| Got to tip my hat to a ten |
| Just been in too many run ins with dead ends |
| Comparisions range from thick ones to thin |
| Explosive sex thoughts coming from this young work horse |
| I spend hard times like D.A.'s in criminal courts |
| Fro the love of my life I’ll cut down on the sport |
| For the jewels with ice and creep to never get caught |
| You know the game |
| You and I is one in the same |
| But you got my name |
| Tatooed on ya leg |
| Shit is serious |
| Now you caling me acting delirious |
| Used to be my best bitch |
| Now somewhat resistant |
| Street life got you hot like Heather Hunter |
| Worn out and don’t nobody want ya |
| First time i met ya you played me out of pocket |
| I ain’t know no better bitch |
| Now stop it |
| Game is the topic |
| And what’s between your legs is the product |
| Use it properly |
| And you’ll make dollars biatch |
| It ain’t easy pimped out |
| Flossing furs |
| Diamonds |
| Matching sets his and hers |
| Keep ya hoes on point |
| Tell them watch the fuzz |
| Cause |
| Bitch better have my money |