Bitches On Bitches Lyrics

Bitches On Bitches Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Pump]
Yeah, b**ches on b**ches
Ooh, b**ches on b**ches, yeah, yeah, Lil Pump
Ooh, b**ches on b**ches, ooh, ooh
Ooh, J Gramm

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Ooh, b**ches on b**ches (b**ches)
Give your ass a bean, now you’re showin’ off titties (Ooh, yeah)
b**ches on b**ches (Huh?)
Young rich nigga, b**ches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
b**ches on b**ches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, b**ch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
Ooh, b**ches on b**ches (b**ches)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
b**ches on b**ches (Yeah, ooh)
b**ches on b**ches (b**ches on b**ches, ooh)
b**ches on b**ches (Ooh)
Young rich nigga, b**ches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
b**ches on b**ches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, b**ch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
b**ches on b**ches (Yeah)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
My b**ch thick with a bag (Thick)
My b**ch rich with a ass (Thick)
Lame niggas don’t get to grab (Lame ass)
f**k niggas don’t get to smash (f**k nigga)
Weak hoes don’t get a pass (At all)
Installation and bundles, two racks (Two racks)
Niggas stay in her DM’s (DM’s)
Big ass, nice titties, waist snatched (Waist snatched)
In the streets, on the net, I’m trending (I’m trending)
Ride in the Ghost with all b**ches (Skrrt)
Niggas layin’ in your bushes, they blend in (Killers)
f**k a b**ch from the back, make her thicker (Shut up, sl*t)
She slurp me up, but I ain’t lick her (At all)
Threw her some count, had to tip her (I did)
If you not gon’ rain in them clubs (Them clubs)
You don’t deserve to see the strippers

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Ooh, b**ches on b**ches (b**ches)
Give your ass a bean, now you’re showin’ off titties (Ooh, yeah)
b**ches on b**ches (Huh?)
Young rich nigga, b**ches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
b**ches on b**ches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, b**ch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
Ooh, b**ches on b**ches (b**ches)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
b**ches on b**ches (Yeah, ooh)
b**ches on b**ches (b**ches on b**ches, ooh)
b**ches on b**ches (Ooh)
Young rich nigga, b**ches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
b**ches on b**ches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, b**ch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
b**ches on b**ches (Yeah)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
Thirties on thirties (Ooh)
Wear a lot of Louis, lot of Fendi and Versace (Ooh)
I don’t stress hoes, left her waitin’ in the lobby (Nope)
Show the AP when I see the paparazzi (AP, ooh)
Left wrist, right wrist wet (Ooh)
Got a new Patek and it cost more than your damn rent (Wow)
Last week, I had a threesome on a jet (Damn)
Got my auntie cookin’ up dope like a chef (Yeah, ooh)
Whip it up, Lil Pump, f**k it up, count it up (Brrt)
Pull up in a ‘Rari, take a sh*t on your Acura (Ooh)
Smash on your thottie, drop her off at Santa Monica (Huh?)
And the fake followers you got, it ain’t adding up (No)
Hit a ho from the back, throw her off a ladder (Ladder)
Bring a b**ch back, she had to see a chiropractor (Ooh)
I don’t even care, b**ch, I’m rich, it don’t matter (No)
You got a bad b**ch, oh well, mine badder (Ooh, ooh)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Ooh, b**ches on b**ches (b**ches)
Give your ass a bean, now you’re showin’ off titties (Ooh, yeah)
b**ches on b**ches (Huh?)
Young rich nigga, b**ches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
b**ches on b**ches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, b**ch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
Ooh, b**ches on b**ches (b**ches)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
b**ches on b**ches (Yeah, ooh)
b**ches on b**ches (b**ches on b**ches, ooh)
b**ches on b**ches (Ooh)
Young rich nigga, b**ches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
b**ches on b**ches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, b**ch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
b**ches on b**ches (Yeah)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)