Just Like Me

Lyrics

[Chorus] All the real bitches get money, just like me Get money just like me Get money just like me Get money just like me All the bad bitches get money, just like me Get money just like me Get money just like me Get money just like me I like my bitches to get money, just like me Get money just like me Get money just like me Get money just like me Independent bitches get money, just like me Get money just like me Get money just like me They get money, just like me [Verse 1] Shout out to the real bitches, who be out here getting your money, ain't ask for shit Got a lil nigga on the side who be helping out, but still, she ain't stressing for shit Tilll go to school, do hair and nails on the side, but when she find the time, she strip Only come to work when she feel like she gon' get money anyway, she don't fuck with no tip Heard she going down to the strip club tonight, but she only coming in when a boss show up Brownskin thing with an ass so smooth, when she step on stage, get the bar tore up She so cold, she ain't even gotta get niggas, still do her thing, make the crowd go nuts Made ten thou in one night, so easy, next morning, IG, saying thanks for the love This shit crazy, I'm in the [?] She was on a plain, I'm on a greyhound She just got back, I'm on the way now Slid in, slid out my number on the way out No fuck niggas can sit by me And these hoes can't say shit 'bout me But I'ma tell you some real shit 'bout me I like a real bitch to get money, just like me [Chorus] All the real bitches get money, just like me Get money just like me Get money just like me Get money just like me All the bad bitches get money, just like me Get money just like me Get money just like me Get money just like me I like my bitches to get money, just like me Get money just like me Get money just like me Get money just like me Independent bitches get money, just like me Get money just like me Get money just like me They get money, just like me [Verse 2] I ran into her again, at the airport We was both on our way to Vegas She got Louis Vuitton carey on, I got Don C Rollie stainless Team Eastside ghetto boys, never see me without my players Gucci L.V. red bottoms, never see her without them labels Boosting bottles at a Diddy party, we in there like we in this bitch Turn around ten minutes later, they in there like we in this bitch They ain't waiting in no lines neither, paying cash and came in this bitch Mentality just like me, can't die with it, gotta spend that shit Rollie watch and lil bracelet, earrings with diamond chains Red bottoms was 1100, but don't lift her feet, 'cause she think it's lame She ain't think about no niggas either, you ain't got no money, she forgot your name 'Cause bad bitches ain't cheap, nigga, if you want one, you gotta get that change [Chorus] All the real bitches get money, just like me Get money just like me Get money just like me Get money just like me All the bad bitches get money, just like me Get money just like me Get money just like me Get money just like me I like my bitches to get money, just like me Get money just like me Get money just like me Get money just like me Independent bitches get money, just like me Get money just like me Get money just like me They get money, just like me