Bitches Ain't Shit - Future

No, no, no, no, no…

These bitches ain’t shit…

You know that and I know that…

These bitches ain’t shit

No, no, no, no

I don’t give a fuck about you though

These bitches ain’t shit…

I can’t wait to cut a bitch off!

These bitches ain’t shit

She’ll fuck your homeboy, she’ll take your money

She’ll take off running, where the fuck she going

These bitches ain’t shit

You too dramatic, bouncing all that static

Kill you and the madness, why the fuck you crying bitch

These bitches ain’t shit

I’m international and you American, it ain’t no comparison

I fuck foreign bitches

These bitches ain’t shit

No, no, no, no, no

These bitches ain’t shit

I know your type

Like I know that ice, and you foogazii

The very first night

Smashed out your lights, look and acting crazy

Caught in the hype

Come take this pipe, can’t even take it

I’m fly as a kite

Wanna ride on this plane, bitch you lazy

Wake up every single morning with that dick on your breath

She ain’t looking for love, she looking for help

I got money, make her wet

Gone and cut the check

Soon as you fuck her to sleep she dreaming 'bout a Rolex

You super fine, I know your kind

You’ll blow a nigga mind, why the fuck you crying

I’m on my grind, committing these crimes

Ain’t got no time, for that sobbing, and all that lying

You another nigga problem, I’m glad you ain’t mine

She already fucked Rock

She already fucked Block

She already fucked Joc

She already fucked Zoe

She a full time ho, I know, I know

She your baby momma

I’m a hit her in that throat, that throat

And she sucking on Drama

Telling me the nigga momma this must be karma

This must be life

When you hitting these bitches don’t take off your ice

She must be tricking

She ain’t picked up the phone, she gone on a mission

She watching Basketball Wives

Every single damn night, before she go to sleep

Thinking 'bout them trips with Kanye

While she sucking on Wiz Khalifa

Let me roll this 'gar, I’m a fuck you in the car

I’m a take your jaw, then go to war, I’m a go to war

What’s in the dark, come to the light

You can’t take this far

It’s 4 a.m., when I’m leaving the bar, cause I’m a star

And I can’t cuddle

We fucking on top of these covers, I gotta keep it gutta

And I’m on a double, and a half

And all you keep screaming 'bout is some cash, haaa

And all I can do to myself is laugh, yeah

And all I’m a do to the bitch is pass, her fast

Cause she ain’t got no stamina, say she trash

Excuse my manners, here go a bag