Denna B**ch (Feat. Project Pat)

Hear em talking, money make a hater madder than a bitch Got my check up, now you know I get more cash than a bitch Got a pocket full of paper and a bad yellow bitch Ass fatter than a bitch My car faster than a bitch What you saying, make em madder than a bitch What you saying, get more cash than a bitch What you saying, got a bad yellow bitch Ass fatter than a bitch, my car go faster than a bitch A hunnid billion dollars, that's the conversation Nigga I got more whips than a dominatrix Pretty bitch jump on my dick, lemme drive ya crazy And you heard that my paper thicker than the yellow pages Press that button lose the top, make it disappear Its so lonely at the top, but I love it here Pass that cream bitch I'm higher than Apollo 13 On that purple martini and a ounce of blue dream So much money, make the counter blow a fuse Live in the fast lane and fuck all the rules I'm living on the edge, fuck a hater, fuck the feds If I buy more ice, I might need to buy a sled Smoking loud, drinking hen, man I'm higher than a bitch Lick harder than a bitch Wanna stick it in a bitch Ferragamo louis shit All designer in this bitch I got gold on my teeth and neck, I'm shining as a bitch Bitch love to see this shit, niggas mad than a bitch Throw a cop in the parking lot, just shot him bout a bitch I ain't tripping bout you man, I'm on dead presidents All my niggas killas and they scared of the penitent ions Money always make a broke nigga mad, make him envy Never bowing down to a bitch, it ain't amendment Lamborghini cost a ticket and I'm tryna rob that bitch Pat your running up the check, we ain't tryna hit that shit You wanna say something about the pimp Gimme his address bitch I'ma come to his house If they can feel that, then they can feel whats really going on down here right now mane I'm glad we got an outlet where we can air these bitch ass niggas out Know what Im talking about I can go broke any minute, still making 4 million in an hour Closing deals with the cartel on my speakerphone in the shower My bitch want that sour You niggas is cowards, get the fuck off of my lawn I'm cutting the grass with them choppas Bullets is sounding like do do do do hitting niggas and flowers I don't fly jets, I buy jets I'm from the low rise, high ground, projects Fuck you and your street cash, little ass pub check You sign niggas, I sign niggas, I buy the label I'm in the Soho House in the library, eating sushi with Cung Le Getting throwed from your politician, this ho wanna elect me Still a hood nigga tryna fuck everything Life in the villa, getting zarilla, nigga Think of my scrilla Keeping my wolves on deck like Michael on Thrilla