Juicy J - Denna Bitch lyrics

rate me

Feat. Project Pat

Mafia, mafia

Mafia, mafia

Mafia, mafia

I hear them talking money

Make a hater madder than a bitch

Got my check up , now you know

I get more cash than a bitch

I got a pocket full of paper

And a bad yellow bitch

Ass for dinner

My car faster than a bitch

What you sayin’?

Makin’ her mad than a bitch

What you sayin’?

Makin’ more cash than a bitch

What you sayin?

Got a bad yellow bitch

That’s the bitch

That’s the bitch

100 billion dollars

That’s the conversation

Nigga I got my whoops than a diamond necklace

Pretty bitch I’m on my dick

Let me drive you crazy

Ain’t you hear my yellower dick

Than my pages?

First the boy missed his time

Made him disappear

It’s so lonely at the top

But I love it here

That’s the crème

I’m higher than a 13

We get a purple of martini

And a house full of dreams

So much money

Make the counter blow up

I need more ice

I’m about to slice

Make a hater madder than a bitch

Got my check up , now you know

I get more cash than a bitch

I got a pocket full of paper

And a bad yellow bitch

Ass for dinner

My car faster than a bitch

What you sayin’?

Makin’ him more madder than a bitch?

What you sayin’?

What you sayin’?

My car faster than a bitch

Talkin’ bad , drinkin’ beer

Man I’m higher than a bitch

Be harder than a bitch

Can stick into a bitch

We ain’t no _____ from inside this bitch

I’m shinning as a bitch, bitch

My city is the shit

Cause men been bitch

Only caught in the pocket

I got gold on my teeth

Only shining than a bitch

I ain’t trippin’for you

I’m a dead person ,right?

She’s my bitch

Money always made a broke man into his bitch

Never mind with the men and 2 bitches

It ain’t in me

Lamborghini costs a ticket

And I’m trying to ride that bitch

You are running for the check

We ain’t trying to hear that shit

I can go broke in a minute

Still make 4 millions in an hour

Close a deal with the cartel

All my speakers are in the shower

I reach with the sour

You niggaz are cowards

Get the fuck out of my lungs

I cut the grasp with the choppers

Soon sounds like

Hits niggaz and flowers

I don’t fly a jet

I buy a jet

I’m from the low ride

High ride

Fly jets

Fuck you and your street cash

And you little ass check

You signed a nigga

I signed a nigga

I bought the label

I’m in this old house

In a library

Get rid of your politicians

This hoe wanna elect me

Still a hood nigga trying to fuck everything

Life in the villa

Keeping my wolves on that

Like I’m on a thrill yeah