[Part I: Bitches Ain't Shit]

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit
Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit
Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Heard you n***a got cut down last night, at the club
Don't blame it on me, nah, nah
I know you heard it was some Pu$ha Ink n***as in that motherfucker
And some bloods
But don't blame it on me
Nah, don't blame it on me
Yeah, I know he found out that we fuckin', uh
Girl, it ain't my fault you wanna fuck me, too

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Your n***a laid up in that fuckin' hospital and you still think of me
Man, I swear to God I'll kill yo' fuckin' ass if you did that shit to me
Oh, these bitches ain't shit

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit
Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit
Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit
Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit
Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
[Verse 2: Chevy Woods]
And no names said, just credit, um
If this shit was ever to happen to me, um
Ain't no tellin' what a n***a like me you'd do
How would you feel if the tables turned on you?
Girl, that, um, girl, that body
I know it ain't your birthday, but this your party
Baby, I just do the trees, you could keep the molly
But make sure that you finish just what you started
Oh that's Bombay and you ain't got no limits
So just go down 'til a n***a finish
That's proof that you talk 'bout what you livin'
Sixty seconds, lemme call you in a minute

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Your n***a laid up in that fuckin' hospital and you still think of me
Man, I swear to God I'll kill yo' fuckin' ass if you did that shit to me
Oh, these bitches ain't shit

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit
Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit
Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit
Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit
Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
[Verse 3: Jay 305]
Lay down, bitch, get hypnotized and fucked
Diamond's a girl, best friend no cut
You's a flip, you's a bitch, I don't fuck with you (Don't fuck with you)
You keyed my car, you bitch, I'm a bug with you, I don't know why
I fuck with you
Let me tell you a story or two
'Bout this bitch named shhh, and her dumb ass crew (Bitch)
Well shh, man, in jail, a rack is his bail
Baby, you brought me the new Jordans before she paid his bail
Grinding myself, just to nail, he just got out
Ran his mouth, fuckin' stupid socked him out
Homied called him, boo boped him, packed him out
Baby still callin', threw my dick her mouth
Go to hell, bitch

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Your n***a laid up in that fuckin' hospital and you still think of me
Man, I swear to God I'll kill yo' fuckin' ass if you did that shit to me
Oh, these bitches ain't shit

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit
Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit
Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit
Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit
Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
[Part II: Get It How I Live]

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
He asleep right now, he off that drink, he ain't wakin' up
She texts my phone, ayy, what ya doin'?
Can I come over? I text back over, she on her way
These hoes ain't shit, but I'ma fuck this bitch

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
'Cause I gotta get it how I live
She gotta get it how she live

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
And we get it til we get it right
Get it 'til we get it right
Get it 'til we get it right
Get it 'til we get it right
Gotta get it 'til we get it right
Get it 'til we get it right
Get it 'til we get it right
Get it 'til we get it right

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
She fucked around and came up on some fuckin' good dick
She from the valley, but she act just like a hood bitch
I got her bent over, she prowl like a Range Rover
Pop the pussy like soda, hit it slow like I pulled up

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
'Cause I gotta get it how I live
She gotta get it how she live

[Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign]
I wish she could spend the night
So I could hit it again in the mornin'
I think I'm falling in love with this girl again, again I'm zonin'
She got a n***a, but I'm obviously bigger
I hope he don't catch her
'Cause he probably would kill her

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I gotta get it how I live
She gotta get it how she live
And you know I got it

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Get it 'til we get it right
Get it 'til we get it right
Get it 'til we get it right
Get it 'til we get it right
Get it 'til we get it right
Get it 'til we get it right