Busta Rhymes
My Bitch
[Intro]
Oh, yeah
Come on now, get your two-step on
This is for you and yours man
M. Dollars!
Everybody love somebody
Know what I mean?
M. Dollars in this motherfucker
Holla at me [?]
Ladies, woo!

[Chorus]
She might be a bitch, believe it or not, I love that ho
'Cause she always suck my dick whenever I perform at my show
That's why I keep it dim who shoot down at the toe
And she ain't gon' ever snitch that they tryna violate my parole
And if she ever scratch my whip, that's where I draw the line, then slap the bitch
'Cause I don't play that shit
That's my baby girl, my baby girl

[Verse]
Christian Dior, Bentley Azures
Late night strolls taking trips to the mall
What happened, we don't even kiss anymore
It's like I'm not number 1 on your list anymore
I gave you everything, you never paid a penny for
You inconsiderate, all you said was "Give me more"
And kept an attitude like you going through menopause
I should've realized that you was a stingy broad
And where you came from, you must've forgotten
Due to the fact that I spoiled you rotten
There was a time though where you never had
Then I brightened up the picture like a yellow cab
On your birthday I copped you a cherry jag
With the rag top to match your Burberry bag
And I remember hearing "M. Dollars, would you marry me?"
Now you too good like Miss. Congeniality
But that's reality, you choose your life
And I'mma pimp like Dola Mike
When you're sitting on your lawn and you're home at night
Just remember that I told you right
[Chorus]
She might be a bitch, believe it or not, I love that ho
'Cause she always suck my dick whenever I perform at my show
That's why I keep it dim who shoot down at the toe
And she ain't gon' ever snitch that they tryna violate my parole
And if she ever scratch my whip, that's where I draw the line, then slap the bitch
'Cause I don't play that shit
That's my baby girl, my baby girl