She said, all of my bitches got friends Yeah, all of my bitches got friends And they bad, they bad, so we're good, it's enough for the clique Yeah, all of my bitches got friends You don't need to pick, no, all of my bitches got friends Look, I ain't really gotta rap about it, let's just talk about it, cause I live it now So let me tell you about this PYT that I seen last week, I had to take a bow 5'2 with the brown fur and her hair tied with them light eyes And she would make me throw it all away for a fun time and the right price Bad as fuck, ass fatter than a hammer truck Ass could probably keep my hammer tucked, it's time to sign them down and then the penny stuck I run a mug, wanna kick it with ya, get a house and I pick it with ya Pop up on you at your workplace, not your birthday Just to let them niggas know I'm bitter with ya Your best friend always coming through with that Macaulay Culkin when you're home alone And I ain't even tryna dog you out, but can you feed a nigga just a little bone? One of you, one of me, you and me, we make three, or maybe four And just two more just to even scores Step to her, had to play chess, had to hit her with the full press Then I told her I'd do anything, just to chat with her for a quick sec Let it sit, let it process, then she went and shit, saw it, yes Whispered in her ear, told her, baby, I won't let you, I'ma get more sex All of my bitches got friends, yeah All of my bitches got friends And they bad, they bad, so we're good, it's enough for the clique All of my bitches got friends, you don't need to pick, no All of my bitches got friends All of my women got friends, most of them black with a blend And most of them off on the ends, and they don't care who they offend, look I had a girl who was tattered up from the neck down, she was super crazy Met a shorty with an ill grandma who would fight a lot, and she a nineties, baby Complained about me always on the road and talked to other women, then she wanted babies Had to shake it like a common cold, then I had to show her, then I saw you, baby Then I book you, now we textin', back to back to back to back with no indication Now I'm flyin' to you, takin' you across the world to see a couple different faces Hood nigga dreams, fuck like movie scenes Hit it from the back, boost your self-esteem Heard you left to visit cousin them, reconnectin' with your momma and them Now you want me to fly to Sweden, have to fly you to the motherland You is mine, and I am yours, and you still mine when I go on tour I ain't really tryna play no games, I can win the battle, you can win the war I'm just tryna fuckin' love you, either on the bed, and we can take it to the floor Crazy how this all started now, cause I saw somethin' that I can't ignore All of my bitches got friends All of my bitches got friends And they bad, they bad, so we're good, it's enough for the clique All of my bitches got friends You don't need to pick All of my bitches got friends