[Dean]
These b**hes, not those b**hes
I got young b**hes, you got old b**hes
And I don't f** with snitches
Cooking dope in the kitchen
Turn around and twerk for me
Shake your a** and work for me
Y'all's jay's be looking funny
But not me, cause I got money
Big bank, I'mma count a billion
Drive a tank that cost a million
I sip drank and switch lanes
Taking off cause y'all lames
Drinking Heineken on a private plane
Roll another L of that Mary Jane
My house smell like Amsterdam
Y'all ain't never been to Amsterdam?
I guess you ain't balling like I am
I guess you ain't wearing 'Sace, fam
I guess you ain't got no Louis, man
I guess you don't f** no b**hes, damn
Crack boys, rack boys
I'm bout counting them stacks, boy
Your b**h t**n for me
She don't care about wack boys
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These b**hes
Not those b**hes
[Travis]
These b**hes got a fat a**, those b**hes got nothing
These b**hes got no disease, those b**hes got something
Pop a bag of chips open, line em up, a b**h is chosen
Count down from 3 to 1, then you know that that b**h is blowin'
Oh, I ain't on that marriage tip
I dangle dick in front of b**hes like a f**ing carrot stick
Picked up a b**h from 6th Street, picked one up from DayGlow
And these b**hes wanna f** tonight, it wouldn't be right to say no
It wouldn't be right to turn em down, so we turn it up, we don't f** around
I can't tell you who they were, when it comes to b**hes, f** proper nouns
They're just b**h One and b**h Two and b**h Old and b**h New
There's b**h Fun and b**h Lame and b**h Made (hey, that's you!)
Golden Autumn, we get money, we get b**hes, check the facts
Check your syntax, you be ignant f**boys, f** you to the max
We're over here, you're over there, there's no need to do switches
We'll stick it to these b**hes, and your a** can have those b**hes
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[Andrew]
These b**hes, not those b**hes
I ain't even worried about your b**hes
All them chickens gross-scented
I'm going for the gold, Olympics
Wait your turn, I'm almost finished
Nah, that's just a joke, get it?
I ain't never done with no women
So you just mind your own business
Stay the f** up out of mine
Try and come at me? Boy, you must be out your mind
I heard that you ain't nothing at all
I wouldn't even let you bring me a Little Caesar's, you're nothing, b**h!
Back to me and myself
I'm all about that mula
I don't f** with broke b**hes
I guess that's what you are
I guess I go too hard
Nah, I don't think that's possible
I get paper every day
Yeah, you know my pockets full
Anywhere, anytime
I go out, the b**hes starin'
I'm like a sultan up in this b**h
And all these b**hes up in my harem
Ooh, I got that royal swag
You're dead weight like a soil bag
These b**hes for president, 2022. b**h!
[Hook]