Lyrics
think that the pussy is made out of gold
Now go in peace, i m not a slave so i don t get pussy-whipped
Made the pussy do tricks then she sucked his dick, they be givin up sex for goods Damaja, bitches come my way
He didn t believe me, not the young ladies but what? the bitches, cause i m hip to the game
real rude with fat asses
your ass ain t the fattest
The way my man went out you d think she was a pimpstress, you ve seen them pop up in every spot that i m in
when i see a brother gettin nabbed it makes me pissed
You can tell who s who by the things they want, now a queen s a queen and a stunt is a stunt
Cause i treat my black sisters like royalty, now a queen s a queen and a stunt is a stunt
And stick around, you can t touch my status
When i see a brother gettin nabbed it makes me pissed, real rude with fat asses
they only want you til someone richer comes along
you can tell who s who by the things they want
He got caught up in the grip now he s payin the rent, your ass ain t the fattest
givin the black man stress
Now a queen s a queen and a stunt is a stunt, she even killed dead presidents, so she bagged him up in the end
so it s my duty to address
i m not talking about the queens but what? the bitches
My man had a chick an thought she was finger-lickin, i m not talking about the queens but what? the bitches
He got caught up in the grip now he s payin the rent, givin the black man stress Bichez, not the sisters but what? the bitches
and stick around
you live in the projects
Since i ve been club-hoppin you ve been ho-hoppin, and stick around, fuckin around with those bitches
Poppin that coochie for gucci, my man had a chick an thought she was finger-lickin
Bitches come my way, strong black women
he got caught up in the grip now he s payin the rent
He didn t believe me, don t get me wrong
You can t touch my status, i make em hop The, i told him she was out to get what she could get
dealin with bitches is the same old song
Don t make me get raw, poppin that coochie for gucci Da, my man had a chick an thought she was finger-lickin
I make em hop, your ass ain t the fattest Bichez, most chicks want minks
you can tell who s who by the things they want
i m not talking about the queens but what? the bitches
don t get me wrong
Bitches like you ain t shit to me, since i ve been club-hoppin you ve been ho-hoppin
Don t get me wrong, and don t talk about r-e-s-p-e-c-t Bichez, bear in mind you ll lose em to end material riches
Filthy bitches, bear in mind you ll lose em to end material riches, your ass ain t the fattest
