Got bitch after bitch after bitch after bitch, I got bitches
Got bitch after bitch after bitch after bitch, I got bitches
Got bitch after bitch after bitch after bitch, I got bitches
She text me, she say when you finished just meet me Atlantics
I’m like hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
My money converse, when I’m done I just tell that bitch roll up
My money converse, when I’m done I just tell that bitch roll up
My partner got pints of that Activist, he bout to po up
My chick she just text me, she bout to pull up, she need 400
I told that bitch I’m on a date, she replied to me so what?
I’m like hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Got bitch after bitch after bitch after bitch, I get zoned up
I’m servin these niggas, be circle not talkin bout doughnuts
That money so stuffed in my pocket it can’t even fold up
I’m like roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up
I’m smoking that gas and I’m choking like I’m bout to throw up
My wrist off the chain when I’m water whippin got that coka
My seniorita hope that mean it say come get the chocha
(Hook)
Got bitch after bitch after bitch after bitch, I got bitches
Got bitch after bitch after bitch after bitch, I got bitches
Got bitch after bitch after bitch after bitch, I got bitches
She text me, she say when you finished just meet me Atlantics
I’m like hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
My money converse, when I’m done I just tell that bitch roll up
These niggas in love with these hoes, man you hug er and kiss er
I treat that bitch just like a dog and I heard she a flipper
Pay 900 bucks for these pants, got Versace on zipper
Got bitch after bitch, I just switch some bitches like a swisha
Roll up, po up, bitch I’m bout to blow up
And the word in the city yo shit wanna hit me so know what
Got bitch after bitch after bitch and they blowin my phone up
I swear if I hit her one time you gon think that I own er
You help us, you go for some rubbers, you go at the movies
I treat that bitch just like a stripper, throw ones at her booty
I stand on the couch and get act on, my life is a movie
Lil cuz got the pack and my nigga Tommy got the tooly
(Hook)
Got bitch after bitch after bitch after bitch, I got bitches
Got bitch after bitch after bitch after bitch, I got bitches
Got bitch after bitch after bitch after bitch, I got bitches
She text me, she say when you finished just meet me Atlantics
I’m like hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
My money converse, when I’m done I just tell that bitch roll up
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