Just Like Me lyrics

[Chorus]
All the real b*tches get money, just like me
Get money just like me
Get money just like me
Get money just like me
All the bad b*tches get money, just like me
Get money just like me
Get money just like me
Get money just like me
I like my b*tches to get money, just like me
Get money just like me
Get money just like me
Get money just like me
Independent b*tches get money, just like me
Get money just like me
Get money just like me
They get money, just like me

[Verse 1]
Shout out to the real b*tches, who be out here getting your money, ain't ask for sh*t
Got a lil n*gga on the side who be helping out, but still, she ain't stressing for sh*t
Tilll go to school, do hair and nails on the side, but when she find the time, she strip
Only come to work when she feel like she gon' get money anyway, she don't f*ck with no tip
Heard she going down to the strip club tonight, but she only coming in when a boss show up
Brownskin thing with an ass so smooth, when she step on stage, get the bar tore up
She so cold, she ain't even gotta get n*ggas, still do her thing, make the crowd go nuts
Made ten thou in one night, so easy, next morning, IG, saying thanks for the love
This sh*t crazy, I'm in the [?]
She was on a plain, I'm on a greyhound
She just got back, I'm on the way now
Slid in, slid out my number on the way out
No f*ck n*ggas can sit by me
And these hoes can't say sh*t 'bout me
But I'ma tell you some real sh*t 'bout me
I like a real b*tch to get money, just like me
[Chorus]
All the real b*tches get money, just like me
Get money just like me
Get money just like me
Get money just like me
All the bad b*tches get money, just like me
Get money just like me
Get money just like me
Get money just like me
I like my b*tches to get money, just like me
Get money just like me
Get money just like me
Get money just like me
Independent b*tches get money, just like me
Get money just like me
Get money just like me
They get money, just like me

[Verse 2]
I ran into her again, at the airport
We was both on our way to Vegas
She got Louis Vuitton carey on, I got Don C Rollie stainless
Team Eastside ghetto boys, never see me without my players
Gucci L.V. red bottoms, never see her without them labels
Boosting bottles at a Diddy party, we in there like we in this b*tch
Turn around ten minutes later, they in there like we in this b*tch
They ain't waiting in no lines neither, paying cash and came in this b*tch
Mentality just like me, can't die with it, gotta spend that sh*t
Rollie watch and lil bracelet, earrings with diamond chains
Red bottoms was 1100, but don't lift her feet, 'cause she think it's lame
She ain't think about no n*ggas either, you ain't got no money, she forgot your name
'Cause bad b*tches ain't cheap, n*gga, if you want one, you gotta get that change
[Chorus]
All the real b*tches get money, just like me
Get money just like me
Get money just like me
Get money just like me
All the bad b*tches get money, just like me
Get money just like me
Get money just like me
Get money just like me
I like my b*tches to get money, just like me
Get money just like me
Get money just like me
Get money just like me
Independent b*tches get money, just like me
Get money just like me
Get money just like me
They get money, just like me