*****ez - YG/RJ da Fool
Too many b**ches
Still there ain't enough b**ches
I handle my business
Can't handle your b**ches
On my mama I'm on
On my mama I'm on
On my mama I'm on
B**ch ni**a say what say what
Remind me of my slut
Don't make me drop my nut
And I'm on up on what
All raw uncut
Broad in pocket don't touch my bucks
Business get some she on the line like five and one
Pop things like five dozen huh
Said she ready to go
Hold up I got a show
You boys like hoes niggas like b**ches
MOB wonder why I ain't with ya
I ain't got time handle my business
All play not work that's a low key scrimmage
Girl named Lindsey girl named Molly
They both like me we all like money
The end of my senses
I ain't cuffin no b**ches
Like I've been to San Quentin
I'm on my fitness
Got all kind of b**ches
Work 'em out like a gymnast
You niggas like b**ches
All in my dentures
Remind me of my dentist
Man I got b**ches
Too many b**ches
Still it ain't enough b**ches
I handle my business
Can't handle your b**ches
Keep 'em out my business
Man I got b**ches
Give me a pill I might pop one
Give me a collar might pop one
And I trust no b**ch they might got something
I f**k you with condom b**ch that ain't my son
Yeah they got the homie for a hot one
In these dank damn I'm tryna flock one
Give me this give me that f**k no you a rat
I ain't no trick suck on this dick and
F**k on my clique like that yeah straight up
Them basketball wives just tryna have you niggas pay up
Ho slut ratchet I'm going ham 'till they put me in the casket
And I'm packing pimping and macking
Pull it out and get cracking
Look I got rich b**ches and them b**ches got b**ches
And I'm giving your mama my digits
I'm on my fitness
Got all kind of b**ches
Work 'em out like a gymnast
You niggas like b**ches
All in my dentures
Remind me of my dentist
Man I got b**ches
Too many b**ches
Still it ain't enough b**ches
I handle my business
Can't handle your b**ches
Keep 'em out my business
Man I got b**ches
B**ch got b**ches
B**ch b**ches got b**ches
See I'm at the function
Front row got it jumping show trap and I'm f**king
Homie you a woman probably really want a husband
Bet you feel it in your stomach hoes get nothing
But some dick and instructions I don't need no interruptions
So we get scrumptious man always into something
Don't forget the motherf**ker that's my introduction
I'm out here hustling you off the lean I'm struggling
Cut it with percussion start the whip with a button
No keys just touching microwave oven
Leave the cooking for the b**ches
Unless I'm cooking up a pigeon
I'm on my fitness
Got all kind of b**ches
Work 'em out like a gymnast
You niggas like b**ches
All in my dentures
Remind me of my dentist
Man I got b**ches
Too many b**ches
Still it ain't enough b**ches
I handle my business
Can't handle your b**ches
Keep 'em out my business
Man I got b**ches
B**ches b**ches b**ches
B**ches b**ches b**ches
B**ches b**ches b**ches
B**ches b**ches
I'm on my fitness
Got all kind of b**ches
Work 'em out like a gymnast
You niggas like b**ches
All in my dentures
Remind me of my dentist
Man I got b**ches
Too many b**ches
Still it ain't enough b**ches
I handle my business
Can't handle your b**ches
Keep 'em out my business
Man I got b**ches
