Rick Ross - Got A b**h lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] b**h, ain't it nothing but some motherf**in' money over her You understand me? So you already know what time it is You feel me? You know what a n***a need baby I ain't gon' play with ya Dont waste my time, wont waste yours Ya feel me? Cause I have enough hoes Get in line [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I got a b**h smokin' weed, a b**h snortin' powder A b**h countin' money baggin a million every hour Got a b**h in debt, a b**h gettin' stacks The b**h love tats, CMB on her back I got a b**h do frog, wanna see me live large sponsored links Smokin' like barb in my Versace drawers Got a b**h on the phone, b**h doin' time No cooperation so that b**h doing fine I got a b**h in New Orleans, Bird hooked me up with Keys to the crib, now its birds up in her sh** b**h with a Honda, so that b**h can save Lookin' like a saint, but a trunk full of H Got a b**h in the Bay, she wanna f** Khaled Audition for the boss, let me see you talent The b**h do tricks, the b**h do cane She snort it off your dick right before she give you brain [Hook: Birdman] b**h I'm the sh**, if you want sh** sh**tin' on them heels, or sh**tin' in them bricks Hit another lick, b**h we can split H is the hustle fully loaded in this b**h b**h I'm the sh**, if you want sh** Diamond around your neck, and Louie Vouton for your trip Flip another brick, shinin' in them bricks H is the hustle, three quarters for a brick [Verse 2: Birdman] Straight got a b**h uptown, move nothin' but brown Holo on ground, keep a tool wear a crown Got a b**h like weed, b**h snort D b**h count my money and she don't pop P I got a b**h su-woo, true to what she do She f** with nothing but B's and she love what we do Got a b**h in New York, know I love to f** Brought me a new Benz and a brand new truck I got a b**h do it early, movin' them buerly's Hit the hood quick n***a, servin' and swervin' Got this b**h love red, thats how we plead CMB down n***a, ready to spray it Got a b**h in Miami ho, Ross hooked me up though I ain't even trippin whoa, showed her some love though Got this b**h up in Philly, I stop f**in' wit it The ho bought me a Phantom, mother f** the b**h [Hook] [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Got a b**h real slim, who wanna do films If you go down on a boy I might go out on a limb I got a b**h wear plex, or the b**h hair straight I break a b**h harder than every b**h that I break I got an R&B b**h, I got a rap b**h Call her anime, cause I got a stack b**h I got a b**h on her period, thats money loss I'm out two for one ho, you f**in' with a boss [Verse 4: Birdman] I got a b**h from over seas, its legal where we be Versace red, b**h a hundred G's Burnin' on the beach, so them b**hes see Candy on the paint b**h you know its CMB I got a b**h like an eagle, b**h with an eagle b**h get the money, b**h know my people b**h from uptown, know how we get down Money on my mind b**h, blowin' out the pine [Hook] [Outro: DJ Khaled] This that 305, 504 504, 305 sh** This Birdman, Rick Ross Lost Tapes, Volume 1 H