Wiz Khalifa,Juicy J - Denna B**ch (feat. Project Pat) lyrics

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Wiz Khalifa,Juicy J - Denna B**ch (feat. Project Pat) lyrics

Hear em talking, money make a hater madder than a b**h Got my check up, now you know I get more cash than a b**h Got a pocket full of paper and a bad yellow b**h Ass fatter than a b**h My car faster than a b**h What you saying, make em madder than a b**h What you saying, get more cash than a b**h What you saying, got a bad yellow b**h Ass fatter than a b**h, my car go faster than a b**h A hunnid billion dollars, that's the conversation n***a I got more whips than a dominatrix Pretty b**h jump on my dick, lemme drive ya crazy And you heard that my paper thicker than the yellow pages Press that bu*ton lose the top, make it disappear Its so lonely at the top, but I love it here Pa** that cream b**h I'm higher than Apollo 13 On that purple martini and a ounce of blue dream So much money, make the counter blow a fuse Live in the fast lane and f** all the rules I'm living on the edge, f** a hater, f** the feds If I buy more ice, I might need to buy a sled Smoking loud, drinking hen, man I'm higher than a b**h Lick harder than a b**h Wanna stick it in a b**h Ferragamo louis sh** All designer in this b**h I got gold on my teeth and neck, I'm shining as a b**h b**h love to see this sh**, n***as mad than a b**h Throw a cop in the parking lot, just shot him bout a b**h I ain't tripping bout you man, I'm on dead presidents All my n***as k**as and they scared of the penitent-ions Money always make a broke n***a mad, make him envy Never bowing down to a b**h, it ain't amendment Lamborghini cost a ticket and I'm tryna rob that b**h Pat your running up the check, we ain't tryna hit that sh** You wanna say something about the pimp? Gimme his address b**h I'ma come to his house If they can feel that, then they can feel whats really going on down here right now mane I'm glad we got an outlet where we can air these b**h a** n***as out Know what Im talking about? I can go broke any minute, still making 4 million in an hour Closing deals with the cartel on my speakerphone in the shower My b**h want that sour You n***as is cowards, get the f** off of my lawn I'm cutting the gra** with them choppas Bullets is sounding like do-do-do-do hitting n***as and flowers I don't fly jets, I buy jets I'm from the low rise, high ground, projects f** you and your street cash, little a** pub check You sign n***as, I sign n***as, I buy the label I'm in the Soho House in the library, eating sushi with Cung Le Getting throwed from your politician, this ho wanna elect me Still a hood n***a tryna f** everything Life in the villa, getting zarilla, n***a Think of my scrilla Keeping my wolves on deck like Michael on Thrilla