City Girls – That’s My B**** lyrics

[JT]
That’s my b**** there
Fat a**, they stare
Thirty-four inch hair
Bring out those shoes, we want both pairs
Dope boys, gun shells
Long nails, Chanel
If all else fails
I know my b**** gon’ pay my bill

[Yung Miami]
Want me to grip your d*** with two hands (Ayy)
I want them shoes right there, cost a few bands
Uh, turn my baby daddy to my sugar daddy (Oww)
He gon’ blow a bag just to make me happy (Facts)
He just put me in the Lamb’, I’ma speed fast (Skrrt)
In that Rolls Royce truck where he eat a**
Booty stickin’ out and I ain’t get shots yet
He just put me on a jet from the projects
If your n**** givin’ you somethin’, stick your tongue out (Tongue out)
I need a thug baby, quick to pull his gun out (Gun out)
Uh, p**** pink, I need a G-wag
I want a rich a** n****, f*** your cheap a**

[JT]
That’s my b**** there
Fat a**, they stare
Thirty-four inch hair
Bring out those shoes, we want both pairs
Dope boys, gun shells
Long nails, Chanel
If all else fails
I know my b**** gon’ pay my bill

[JT]
Pull up, sprinter, bad b******
And we ain’t ever gotta pay ’cause we bad b******
In the section with the n***** who got mad riches
Makin’ it rain with their money, takin’ mad pictures
Pretty b****, plenty racks in the Chanel bag
Yung Miami keep the Glock if you act bad
P**** juice drippin’ on a n**** durag
Best b**** need one, I need two bags (Double)
That’s my b**** there
One fight, all fight
We don’t play fair, period

[JT]
That’s my b**** there
Fat a**, they stare
Thirty-four inch hair
Bring out those shoes, we want both pairs
Dope boys, [gunshells]
Long nails, Chanel
If all else fails
I know my b**** gon’ pay my bill