Cali Swag District
All My Bitches Is Bad
[Chorus 1:]
All my b*t*hes is bad, all my-all my b*t*hes is bad[x4]
Ooh that’s what money buy?
Ooh that’s what money do?

[Verse 1:]
All my n***a cashing out on the foreign coupes
Got this b*t*hes eating pu**y like it’s honey dew
Young n***as is killing n***as what’s the world coming to
My n***a disco on a beat an he drummin too
I’m the type a n***a a take a b*t*h in front a you
Like a ATM I keep money coming through
Like an all girls school b*t*hes coming through
I got the weed after this
So I’m double cuff flyin overseas where that show money double up
I f**king foreign b*t*hes an I’m touring n***a
I blow a hundred swishes til the morning n***a
I-I-I’m getting money like a mothaf**kin cashier
Lil n***a you ain’t had dat money last year
Bay n***a you ain’t gettin paid n***a
Kill yoself 6 feet put you in d ground n***a

[Chorus 1:]
All my b*t*hes is bad, all my-all my b*t*hes is bad[x4]
Ooh that’s what money do?

[Chorus 2:]
You say my n***a’s gettin money right in front a you
Fall in love wid a rachet, that’s what dummies do
All my b*t*hes is bad, an they comin through

[Verse 2:]
Th-th-that’s what d money do don’t it
N***as act like they want it but won’t do nothin for it
Ma n***as eating no porridge, n***as got Beemers an Porsches
An dat’s since Camaros, ‘91 in em b*t*hes and we don’t f**k wit valero
No captain save em no heroes, I get ma Robert De Niro
(swish) An ma mic to d tido, ma d**k too big fo’ a speedo
I get em b*t*hes ma n***a, got ma riches ma n***a
Got yo b*t*h in there cookin an washin dishes ma n***a
You can’t be smooth like that, your b*t*h is cool like that
It was jus temporary you get yo boo right back
An while she choose like that, that’s what the money do right
An you go wife dat b*t*h, you bout dat honeymoon life
I crack a b*t*h like a whip, might kick a b*t*h out ma whip
Just to show em my kicks, like these sh*t got some grip
Ima ima hop in dat 7 an you go hop in dat 6
Ima pull out dis 5 an pop a 4 in dat b*t*h
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[Verse 3:]
Young n***a, phone call wippa
Move out d way when you see sem lights flicka
Young star ain’t talkin bout dippa
Make d pu**y wet like a island on skippa
B*t*h actin boujie I ain’t tryin no discrepancy
F**king for some bread and she’s shaking that like
Hey, hey that’s what money do?
If I keep this money comin they be comin too
But really I’m like I ain’t feellin none a you
Cuz this money got me feeling like it another dude
C*cky man I use to be a humble dude
Now all these b*t*hes want me cuz ma chain hang
I’m just f**king then I’m gone we call it gang game
Now me an ma n***as out here on the same thing
Countin all d traffic then we switch lanes money making young just switch names

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[Chorus 2]

[Outro:]
All my b*t*hes is bad, all my-all my b*t*hes is bad[x8]
Ooh that’s what money do?