b*tches lyrics

[Intro: Rich Homie Quan]
Yeah (What?!)
Rich…Homie…Quan
(Thugger. What?! What?!)

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan & (Young Thug)]
My car goes faster than yours lil' n*gga damn right I know it (SWOO!)
My b*tch she badder than yours hell yea young n*gga I know it (Main b*tch)
My clique gon' f*ck, she f*ck you up, yea n*gga I know it (Sheesh!, sheesh!)
Yo baby momma get f*cked by me, my n*gga I know it
But I like (b*tches) b*tches
(b*tches) b*tches (b*tches) whoa
(b*tches) b*tches (b*tches) b*tches (b*tches) whoa
(b*tches) (b*tches)
What you like? (b*tches)
I like (b*tches)
I f*ck (b*tches)
I can't trust these (b*tches)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
b*tch ass hoes
Every thing a n*gga say should be quoted
Get between the lines like a Roly Poly
Rich Homie Quan attracted the green like he's molded

[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
Got a hunna thou in the top room, n*gga I ain't playing bout money my n*gga no more
Say she wanna feature, what's ya budget?
Bad b*tches can't stop it can't stop it(Whoo)
MC Hammer can't touch 'em (can't touch 'em) (can't touch 'em)
Catch a n*gga sleepin' in the porta-potty and
Run up on 'em then buss 'em
But I ain't tryna get in no trouble, you can ask thugger
[Verse 3: Young Thug]
I ain't worry bout nothin', I ain't worry bout jack
Got a hunna bloods with me, all 'em screaming "Ratta-tat-tat"
Money bout longer than a 'Lac
Young stoner life, n*gga YSL
Three hoes, call me Quan ills
On the way to heaven, we raise hell

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan & (Young Thug)]
My car goes faster than yours lil' n*gga damn right I know it (SWOO!)
My b*tch she badder than yours hell yea young n*gga I know it (Main b*tch)
My clique gon' f*ck, she f*ck you up, yea n*gga I know it (Sheesh!, sheesh!)
Yo baby momma get f*cked by me, my n*gga I know it
But I like (b*tches) b*tches
(b*tches) b*tches (b*tches) whoa
(b*tches) b*tches (b*tches) b*tches (b*tches) whoa
(b*tches) (b*tches)
What you like? (b*tches)
I like (b*tches)
I f*ck (b*tches)
I can't trust these (b*tches)

[Verse 4: Rich Homie Quan]
Lame ass n*ggas (lame-o's)
Try'na act cool, it's a shame on these n*ggas
[?] times two
[?] in this b*tch, [?] with this di*k
You took her on a date but I left with this b*tch
Cook it in your face like a chef in this b*tch, yea chef in this b*tch, b*tch
[Verse 5: Young Thug]
Cook it, Lil' B voice
Juug it, Deebo voice
pus*y n*ggas, feed me more
I got birds like B-More
I got your main b*tch and she flex on my wood like a carpenter
If the b*tch start trippin', I'm Dwight Howard with it
IPhone, yea I'm blocking her!

[Verse 6: Rich Homie Quan]
Hunnid thousand dollars in [?] so a n*gga gettin' paid
Spend 55 thousand dollar on a bar, but I still can't sleep
I say she love me, I love her, I call her babe
Feel like money paid for a n*gga, I'm feelin' like ayyee!

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan & (Young Thug)]
My car goes faster than yours lil' n*gga damn right I know it (SWOO!)
My b*tch she badder than yours hell yea young n*gga I know it (Main b*tch)
My clique gon' f*ck, she f*ck you up, yea n*gga I know it (Sheesh!, sheesh!)
Yo baby momma get f*cked by me, my n*gga I know it
But I like (b*tches) b*tches
(b*tches) b*tches (b*tches) whoa
(b*tches) b*tches (b*tches) b*tches (b*tches) whoa
(b*tches) (b*tches)
What you like? (b*tches)
I like (b*tches)
I f*ck (b*tches)
I can't trust these (b*tches)