Yeah, bitches on bitches Ooh, bitches on bitches, yeah, yeah, Lil Pump Ooh, bitches on bitches, ooh, ooh Ooh, J Gramm Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) Give your ass a bean, now you're showing off titties (Ooh, yeah) Bitches on bitches (Huh?) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah) Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh) My bitch thick with a bag (Thick) My bitch rich with a ass (Thick) Lame niggas don't get to grab (Lame ass) Fuck niggas don't get to smash (Fuck nigga) Weak hoes don't get a pass (At all) Installation and bundles, two racks (Two racks) Niggas stay in her DM's (DM's) Big ass, nice titties, waist snatched (Waist snatched) In the streets, on the net, I'm trending (I'm trending) Ride in the Ghost with all bitches (Skrrt) Niggas laying in your bushes, they blend in (Killers) Fuck a bitch from the back, make her thicker (Shut up, slut) She slurp me up, but I ain't lick her (At all) Threw her some count, had to tip her (I did) If you not gon' rain in them clubs (Them clubs) You don't deserve to see the strippers Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) Give your ass a bean, now you're showin' off titties (Ooh, yeah) Bitches on bitches (Huh?) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah) Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh) Thirties on thirties (Ooh) Wear a lot of Louis, lot of Fendi and Versace (Ooh) I don't stress hoes, left her waiting in the lobby (Nope) Show the AP when I see the paparazzi (AP, ooh) Left wrist, right wrist wet (Ooh) Got a new Patek and it cost more than your damn rent (Wow) Last week, I had a threesome on a jet (Damn) Got my auntie cooking up dope like a chef (Yeah, ooh) Whip it up, Lil Pump, fuck it up, count it up (Brrt) Pull up in a 'Rari, take a shit on your Acura (Ooh) Smash on your thottie, drop her off at Santa Monica (Huh?) And the fake followers you got, it ain't adding up (No) Hit a ho from the back, throw her off a ladder (Ladder) Bring a bitch back, she had to see a chiropractor (Ooh) I don't even care, bitch, I'm rich, it don't matter (No) You got a bad bitch, oh well, mine badder (Ooh, ooh) Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) Give your ass a bean, now you're showin' off titties (Ooh, yeah) Bitches on bitches (Huh?) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah) Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

Appreciate it Touch me like you know what you do and what you don't But I'm feeling jaded Know your own love, I don't fuck with no glove So why complicate it? Let me be your guide when you eat my pussy out 'Cause I've had one or two, even a few Yeah, more than you All these girls stare at me, drop lip Dripping in harmony, like fifth Lay 'em down, feel 'em up And they slide away, so easy Bitches, I don't trust 'em But they give me what I want for the night Bitches, I don't trust 'em But I tell 'em and they do what I like Why Bitches, I don't trust 'em But they give me what I want for the night Bitches, I don't trust 'em But I tell 'em and they do what I like Why They can't fake it Drying off the seat when they getting up to leave So (wet) they get noticed I'm better if they blunt, I don't really wanna hunt So why complicate it? I call it respect when you givin' what you get So, baby, spread your legs I'll do the same Already coming All these girls stare at me, drop lip Dripping in harmony, like fifth Lay 'em down, feel 'em up And they slide away, so easy Bitches, I don't trust 'em But they give me what I want for the night (Give me what I want for the night) Bitches, I don't trust 'em But I tell 'em and they do what I like Why (Bitches doin' what I want, yeah) Bitches, I don't trust 'em But they give me what I want for the night (oh yeah) Bitches, I don't trust 'em But I tell 'em and they do what I like Why Bitches, I don't trust 'em But they give me what I want for the night (What I want for the night) Bitches, I don't trust 'em But I tell 'em and they do what I like Why (why) Bitches, I don't trust 'em But they give me what I want for the night

Jeremy bender was a man of leisure Took his pleasure in the evening sun Laid him down in a bed of roses Finally decided to become a nun Talk with the sister, spoke in a whisper Threatened to fist her if she didn't come clean Jumped on the mother just like a brother Asked one another if the other is a queen Diggin' the sister she was a mister Shouldn't have kissed her, but he couldn't say no Wanted to leave her couldn't believe her So he picked up his suit-case and decided to go