Juicy J Denna Bitch song lyrics

I hear em talking, money make a hater madder than a bitch

Got my check up, now you know I get more cash than a bitch

Got a pocket full of paper and a bad yellow bitch

Ass fatter than a bitch

My car faster than a bitch

What you saying, make em madder than a bitch

What you saying, get more cash than a bitch

What you saying, got a yellow bad bitch

Ass fatter than a bitch, my car go faster than a bitch

A hunnid billion dollars, that's the conversation

Nigga I got more whips than a dominatrix

Pretty bitch jump on my dick, lemme drive ya crazy

And you heard that my paper thicker than the yellow pages

Press that button lose the top, make it disappear

Its so lonely at the top, but I love to hear

Pass that cream bitch 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 fuck all the rules

I'm living on the edge, fuck a hater, fuck the feds

If I buy more ice, I might need to buy a sled

Smoking loud, drinking hen, man I'm higher than a bitch

Lick harder than a bitch

Wanna stick it in a bitch

Ferragamo louis shit

All designer in this bitch

I got gold on my teeth and neck, I'm shining as a bitch

Bitch love to see this shit, niggas mad than a bitch

Throw a cop in the parking lot, just shot him bout a bitch

I ain't tripping bout you man, I'm on dead presidents

All my niggas killas and they scared of the penitent-ions

Money always make a broke mad, make him envy

Never bowing down to a bitch, it ain't amendment

Lamborghini cost a ticket and I'm tryna rob that bitch

Pat your running up the check, we ain't tryna hit that shit

You wanna say something about the pimp?

Gimme his address bitch I'ma come to his house

If they can fear that then they can fear whats really going around down here mane

I'm glad we got an island where we can at these bitch niggas out, ya know what I'm talking bout?

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 bitch on the shower

You niggas is cowards, get the fuck off of my lung

I'm cutting the grass with them choppas

Bullets is sounding like do-do-do-do hitting niggas and flowers

I don't fly jets, I buy jets

I'm from the low rise, high ground, projects

Fuck you and your street cash, little ass plump check

You sign niggas, I sign niggas, I buy the label

I'm in the Soho House in the library, eating sushi with Cong ly

Getting throwed from your politician, this ho wanna elect me

Still a hood nigga tryna fuck everything

Life in the villa, getting zarilla, nigga

Think of my scrilla

Keeping my wolves on deck like Michael on Thrilla