[Chorus]
I got bitches, I got money, I got drugs, I got bitches
I got bitches, I got money, I got drugs—yeah, that's all I hear
Yeah, that's all I hear
I got bitches, I got money, I got drugs, I got bitches
I got bitches, I got money, I got drugs—yeah, that's all I hear
Yeah, that's all I hear

[Verse]
Well I got money too
And I got common sense
We all know n***as that got guns
I ain't gonna talk that shit my n***a
I'm on southside
On some parking shit my n***a
We not parallel
On some narcissistic shit, I'm taking care of self
I be way too paranoid
I got on my Paramore
See it with some brand new eyes
I told you 'bout the Perrier
Told you you can catch me out in traffic off the Mary J
Bumping DJ Ferris getting carried away
I carry thrash on my situations damn near every day
Writing all my sections with the city like who is he
If that n***a never keep it that real with me what's your story
All our shit like allegory
If you tell it n***a told me
[Chorus]
I got bitches, I got money, I got drugs, I got bitches
I got bitches, I got money, I got drugs—yeah, that's all I hear
Yeah, that's all I hear
I got bitches, I got money, I got drugs, I got bitches
I got bitches, I got money, I got drugs—yeah, that's all I hear
Yeah, that's all I hear