b*atch! (b*atch, b*atch)
b*atch! (b*atch, b*atch)
Bia-bia-bia-b-b-b*atch! (b*atch)
Bia-bia-bia-b*atch! (b*atch)
Bia-bia-bia-b-b-b*atch! (b*atch)
Bia-bia-bia-b*atch! (b*atch)
[Bun B]
Say, I'm all about this bread, all about this cheese
Pimpin be handlin up man, I breaks 'em off with the ease
f** it, I'm all about this paper, all about these thangs
And in case you can't recognize though, you f**in with a mack
Silly, I'm all about this chedder, all about the dirt
So don't be surprised if you see me straight gettin it off a hoe
Stupid, I'm all about these ducats, all about this scrilla
I got no reservation, 'bout breakin b**hes fo' real
Get it, cause Bun Beada bring the heat to the fire
You think pimpin ain't pimpin, you's a motherf**in liar
Sorry, messiah of the strollin, king of the corner
Junkster, I've been sellin co*k since you was playin pop wanna
Little, I'm on a mission for seven figures to fo'
Straight out a b**h mouth, p**y and her a**hole
Believe me, as it was told to me, that's how I'm tellin it
So if anybody buyin p**y I'm sellin it - who need a b**h!
[Chorus: Bun B]
If anybody need a b**h then I got one
Put her in the drop and you could let her ride shotgun
She could s** your duck, while you mash on the gas
Or you could take her to the crib and put some dick in her a**
Who need a (b*atch) - if anybody need a b**h just holla
I got top notch p**y for ya for the white dollar
We poppin our collars and dustin these Gators off
Not to mention we brushin these haters off
Now tell me who need a (b*atch)
[Juvenile]
Oooh, a n***a like me
I'll take you down to Daytona and let you work your body
I done put out APB's for the right freaks
Some bad b**hes in here tonight we might need (where my hoes?)
And she really with hittin the tracks
So we don't never have a problem about bringin it back
Nope, she don't back-talk me when we up in the 'Llac
Cause she know it ain't nothin for me to give her a smack (what'chu need?)
I need a b**h that'll get up on a plane
Put it up in the p**y and come back on a train (when did she trip out?)
She don't want me to get after her mayne
Callin when she get somethin cause she know I ain't playin (it's official!)
I'm a pimp b**h, you know where the gun be
I'm ridin shotgun with $hort Dog and Bun B
This game doin time, but it be back
They got p**y on the market, where the G's at?
[Chorus]
[Too $hort]
b*atch! On your mind
You can't hold back, now's the time
Jump in the car and go pick her up
Take her somewhere, so you could f**
If you wanted to, you could knock her
All you gotta do, is take her shoppin
A lil' extra cash, for her pocket
Next thing you know, you'll be f**in
(b*atch!) I like to do the opposite
I charge these hoes when they want some dick
I spit the game and they don't complain
Too $hort baby, that's my name
Real players need ladies, to have some fun
If I had seven, and you had none
I'd give you one, but you gots to pay
Trick motherf**er, what'chu say?
You need a b*atch!
[Chorus]
[Outro: Too $hort]
Y'all n***az ain't got no hoes
What'chu know about that n***a?
$hort Dog f**in with my boy Bun B
My old school, pimpin playa partner
Texas boys ride, b*atch!
Oh no, me I don't need no b**hes
I got too many hoes right now
I'm tryin to get rid of some of these b**hes mayne
You need a b**h?
Take this b**h right here playa, take her