DWHB - These b**hes lyrics

[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 [Hook] 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 [Hook] [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]