[Chorus 1:]
All my bitches is bad, all my-all my bitches 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 bitches eating pussy 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 bitch in front a you
Like a ATM I keep money coming through
Like an all girls school bitches coming through
I got the weed after this
So I’m double cuff flyin overseas where that show money double up
I fucking foreign bitches an I’m touring n***a
I blow a hundred swishes til the morning n***a
I-I-I’m getting money like a mothafuckin 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 bitches is bad, all my-all my bitches 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 bitches 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 bitches and we don’t fuck wit valero
No captain save em no heroes, I get ma Robert De Niro
(swish) An ma mic to d tido, ma dick too big fo’ a speedo
I get em bitches ma n***a, got ma riches ma n***a
Got yo bitch in there cookin an washin dishes ma n***a
You can’t be smooth like that, your bitch 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 bitch, you bout dat honeymoon life
I crack a bitch like a whip, might kick a bitch out ma whip
Just to show em my kicks, like these shit 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 bitch

[Chorus 1]

[Chorus 2]
[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 pussy wet like a island on skippa
Bitch actin boujie I ain’t tryin no discrepancy
Fucking 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
Cocky man I use to be a humble dude
Now all these bitches want me cuz ma chain hang
I’m just fucking 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

[Chorus 1]

[Chorus 2]

[Outro:]
All my bitches is bad, all my-all my bitches is bad[x8]
Ooh that’s what money do?