I Love My Bitches Lyrics & Tabs by Rick Ross
I Love My Bitches
guitar chords lyrics
A month ago, I gave a chick a hundred stacks
Straight to Neiman Marcus, young bitch had a heart attack
Oh man, I love my bitches
Bottles, Beamers, brand new Benzes
Barbies, ballerinas, and Britneys
Barbra Streisand edition Bentleys
Bricks, big face hundreds in bundles
Boy, I’m a boss, I rose from the jungles
God forgives and these killers won’t
In a room full of heathens, good niggas die alone
Better start taking notes as I’m taking tokes
The hood wanna see you die and they taking votes
My vision always mentioned coke
My women never sit in coach
Oh man, I love my bitches
My vision always mentioned coke
My women never sit in coach
Oh man, I love my bitches
Tongue kissin’ a dark skinneded vixen
Fifty, sixty racks, I might go blow a hundred though
Jet owner, G5, where you wanna go?
Fuck your ex’s baby, really, that’s your past?
Load up your carry-on’s and all of this is cash
Oh man, I love my bitches
Oh man, I love my bitches
Oh man, I love my bitches
East Coast to West Coast, all my bitches
Tryna bring you into my world, baby
Just stand there, you the canvas, imma paint the picture
You never met another nigga, you know, fuck it, take it
Oh man, I love my bitches
Oh man, I love my bitches
Oh man, I love my bitches
East Coast to West Coast, all my bitches
Tryna bring you into my world, baby
Just stand there, you the canvas, imma paint the picture
You never met another nigga, you know, fuck it, take it
Am I really just a narcissist?
'Cause I wake up to a bowl of lobster bisque
And I wake up on some mobbin’ shit
With a great view and half my niggas swappin’ bricks
It’s just a way of life
For the king of diamonds, so I gotta stay the night
50 cash in the Louis for the chicken wings
Started in a neighborhood and now we on to bigger things
Large clique of my constituents
Combination to the safe, straight to the Benjamins
Living life to the fullest was the emphasis
Making love to Mary J’s "Reminisce"
Oh man, I love my bitches
Oh man, I love my bitches
Oh man, I love my bitches
East Coast to West Coast, all my bitches
Tryna bring you into my world, baby
Just stand there, you the canvas, imma paint the picture
You never met another nigga, you know, fuck it, take it
It was all good just a week ago
Paper tag on the Panamera, my speakers blow
My bitch sittin’ cute, she left her panties home
Suckin’ the dick of the don, I’m talking Miami’s own
Money like (LeBron James), money like (Dwyane Wade)
(Play it right) peelin’ two off the dealership in the same day
(Say it right) paid like Mark Clayton, Mark Duper
Soon as niggas start hatin’, start shootin’
Come along, money longer than Olajuwan’s
Lotta ones, all the bitches yeah the model ones
Tongue pierced, dick sucked, yeah the swallow ones
Fifty million, I’m the only one that got it done
Oh man, I love my bitches
Oh man, I love my bitches
Oh man, I love my bitches
East Coast to West Coast, all my bitches
Tryna bring you into my world, baby
Just stand there, you the canvas, imma paint the picture
You never met another nigga, you know, fuck it, take it
