Point Em Out lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J]
Yeah, uh-huh, yeah
Wooh
Remy, tell 'em what's up

[Chorus: Remy Ma]
Real b*tches
When you see 'em, point 'em out (Yeah, ho)
Real b*tches
When you see 'em, point 'em out (Yeah, ho)
Fake b*tches
I can't even be around (Yeah, ho)
Goofy b*tches
I can't even be around, be around (Yeah, ho)
Real b*tches
When you see 'em, point 'em out (Yeah, ho)
Hood b*tches
When you see 'em, point 'em out (Yeah, ho)
Official b*tches
When you see 'еm, point 'em out (Yeah, ho)
Pretty b*tchеs
When you see 'em, point 'em out

[Verse 1: Remy Ma]
I'm goin', I'm gone (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Now y'all done got me goin', y'all hoes be really trollin'
I might—
I got a album I'm promotin'
I got a Patek and a Rollie, they look like it's snowin'
I call on Elsa and on Anna 'cause them b*tches frozen
Your n*gga all on my di*k, he tryna get to know me
But that n*gga corny, I told that n*gga "Blow me"
Y'all be sharin' di*k, girl, that ain't your n*gga only
Yeah, that di*k is stolen, y'all be out here smashin' homies
I got a truck, I look mean in that b*tch
Got a cooler, chair massage, big ass freeze in that b*tch
Look how the titties sit, gotta watch who I'm chillin' with
I had to show these female rappers how to kill a b*tch
(sh*ttin' me)
[Chorus: Remy Ma]
Real b*tches
When you see 'em, point 'em out (Yeah, ho)
Real b*tches
When you see 'em, point 'em out (Yeah, ho)
Fake b*tches
I can't even be around (Yeah, ho)
Goofy b*tches
I can't even be around, be around (Yeah, ho)
Real b*tches
When you see 'em, point 'em out (Yeah, ho)
Hood b*tches
When you see 'em, point 'em out (Yeah, ho)
Official b*tches (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
When you see 'em, point 'em out (Yeah, ho)
Pretty b*tches (Ayy, uh-huh, kill 'em)
When you see 'em, point 'em out
(Shut the f*ck up, let's go)

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
All I need is blue faced Ben's, I don't need no friends
You can tell my money heavy way my pockets hit the gym
I can't f*ck with none of you busters, you a killer on Instagram
You a ho in real life, that's not even real ice (Wooh)
If a b*tch is 'bout her business clockin' Benji's, that's my type (Mhm)
If she look like Jordyn Woods, I might have to book a flight (Yes)
Man, I'm gon' be rich for life, I might cop a jet like Drake
Now a n*gga super high, that's that Air Juicy J (J)
And I'm ballin' like Kawhi from Toronto to LA
In-N-Wild with Remy M, keep your distance if you fake (Get back)
I got shooters like the Knicks, f*ck around get your ass stretched
And I beat the f*ckin' charges like Jussie Smollett (Hey, hey)
[Chorus: Remy Ma]
Real b*tches
When you see 'em, point 'em out (Yeah, ho)
Real b*tches
When you see 'em, point 'em out (Yeah, ho)
Fake b*tches
I can't even be around (Yeah, ho)
Goofy b*tches
I can't even be around, be around (Yeah, ho)
Real b*tches
When you see 'em, point 'em out (Yeah, ho)
Hood b*tches
When you see 'em, point 'em out (Yeah, ho)
Official b*tches
When you see 'em, point 'em out (Yeah, ho)
Pretty b*tches
When you see 'em, point 'em out

[Outro: Remy Ma]
You f*ck n*ggas then you call them "Bro" (Fake b*tch)
He try to f*ck and you tell him "No" (Real b*tch)
You throwin' subs on your page (Fake b*tch)
You got a problem, you say their name (Real b*tch)
You know it ain't but you sayin' it's his (Fake b*tch)
You really take care of your kids (Real b*tch)