My Chick Better

Your bitch bad, your bitch bad Your bitch bad, but my bitch better I said my bitch better, my bitch better My bitch better, my bitch better than yours You even get mad, that's just the way it is You know she walk like that talk like that, dress like the shit She 5'5 got brown eyes you damn right she thick That daytime that night time man anytime she with That's why that YSL and that Louboutin and that Gucci bag she get I ride out she ride out, I'm somewhere she flyin' out Quit me and she wilin' out, I click clack she fired out like (pow pow) My 45 her 9's out like (pow pow) Then stop, like timeout No disrespect to your broad I know she might be your hard But mine is more like my brain, without her man I'm insane Got down bitch and a round ass Shotgun in the ghost while I'm whipping up the coast Passin' ? while I'm whipping up the dope If she run for president I be the first nigga to vote Your bitch bad, your bitch bad Your bitch bad, but my bitch better I said my bitch better, my bitch better My bitch better, my bitch better than yours You even get mad, that's just the way it is I'm talking watch up grades, she get better with time I write a song about her, probably better my rhymes Throw down in the kitchen, might need better then moms Wake me up with some head, ain't no better alarm Move in by myself, a force when we together I was sick of these niggas, of course she made me better I put her in her position others never could be in Couple racks for her shoes but she never been skiing Kind you never be seeing, everything European She look black, white, Spanish, and mixed with Korean I say she the baddest, cause I don't know no better I say she the baddest, and I don't know no better Your bitch bad, your bitch bad Your bitch bad, but my bitch better I said my bitch better, my bitch better My bitch better, my bitch better than yours You even get mad, that's just the way it is Uh, pulled up smellin' just like Marley Spent all that bread on Givenchy Your bitches more less be basic My bitch fly private rock fly shit That 911 she driving in it Off shore she diving in it Rolex match Rolex I hit the jeweler go buy some minutes Lift weights I pound up in it Hit the walls I climb up in it Applause need a round up in it Ever lost I get found up in it I'm a boss and my lady floss when I take her down in rodeo You would think they was on pay roll They don't close the store till I say so And the car I'm riding is payed for She know I'm high when I'm going places you know I'm fly When you step outside niggas know you fine but they know you mine Your bitch bad, your bitch bad Your bitch bad, but my bitch better I said my bitch better, my bitch better My bitch better, my bitch better than yours You even get mad, that's just the way it is