Ja Rule - b**h Betta Have My Money lyrics

What up love You thought I wouldn't recognize ho like stats I peep you at the strip joint You and that little black chick Acting like you so innocent When you in the six Usually that bring the freak right out of a b**h I knew something was wrong Lesbian I go on Ain't nothing wrong with bump n' grinding right I like mines tight You like yours licked And we both like b**hes to get high high wit You opted to leave a n***a with no options You freak hoe dance topless baby What's ya sitcho You ride dil*o Plastic nympho Only see dick in p**no Hun lidten I can make your life a world of difference Throw me in the mix of your s**ual experiences See what happens In like two weeks These hoes is freaking Making about two g's a piece a weekend That's what I'm saying [Chorus x2:] It ain't easy pimped out Flossing furs Diamonds Matching sets his and hers Keep ya hoes on point Tell them watch the fuzz Cause b**h better have my money Keep my ones on top My tens on lock My hoe in the drop Got a hot little co-op Prestigous Rock a cuban link with Jesus Lord have mercy Let me touch this Tease it For reasons I can't explain to you lord Cause you know my actions are censored Don't diss chips to f** with no broad This one can get it Damn near split it Yeah picture me paying for some p**y I ain't even smelled yet Let alone got wet But I'm willing to make a bet That the next time we riding If she ain't riding On the turnpike you you bobbing While I'm weaving Getting weede Believe me This pimp sh** ain't easy baby I tell you ain't no hoes like the ones I got They make you fiend for that p**y coming up out ya pockets [Chorus x2:] It ain't easy pimped out Flossing furs Diamonds Matching sets his and hers Keep ya hoes on point Tell them watch the fuzz Cause b**h better have my money Baby girl you so hot I feel like Iceberg Slim I pimp plenty women Got to tip my hat to a ten Just been in too many run ins with dead ends Comparisions range from thick ones to thin Explosive s** thoughts coming from this young work horse I spend hard times like D.A.'s in criminal courts Fro the love of my life I'll cut down on the sport For the j**els with ice and creep to never get caught You know the game You and I is one in the same But you got my name tatooed on ya leg sh** is serious Now you caling me acting delirious Used to be my best b**h Now somewhat resistant Street life got you hot like Heather Hunter Worn out and don't nobody want ya First time i met ya you played me out of pocket I ain't know no better b**h Now stop it Game is the topic And what's between your legs is the product Use it properly And you'll make dollars b*atch [Chorus x2:] It ain't easy pimped out Flossing furs Diamonds Matching sets his and hers Keep ya hoes on point Tell them watch the fuzz Cause b**h better have my money