b*tches lyrics

(I'm so done with these b*tches)
(I'm so done with these b*tches)
(I'm so done with these b*tches)
(I'm so done with these b*tches)

I'm so done with these b*tches
I'm so done with these b*tches
I'm so done with these b*tches
I'm so done with these b*tches

I don't give a f*ck about none of these b*tches
I gotta make all my cash yeah, I gotta make all the cash yeah
I gotta do thе dash b*tch and you know I got the cash b*tch
And you know I got the cash b*tch
And you know I make thеm racks b*tch

(And you know I make them racks b*tch)

Choppa it turn you to ashes, she gotta whole lot of ass yeah
Uh, I gotta do my taxes
You know this what happens
When you broke, this what happen

Broke but I'm up and I'm done with these b*tches
With my kinfolk, cooking up in the kitchen
I got all these chickens, ain't KFC lickin'
If you like me so much, why not take a picture?
I'm so done with these b*tches
I'm so done with these b*tches
I'm so done with these b*tches
I'm so done with these b*tches

Don't give a f*ck about none of these b*tches
Don't give a f*ck about none of these b*tches
Don't give a f*ck about none of these b*tches
I gotta make all my riches, I gotta make all my riches
I don't give a f*ck about none of these b*tches
I don't give a f*ck about none of these b*tches