Say Bitch

Lyrics

[Intro: Richie Rich & Too $hort] Haha, what you say, my nigga? Trademark Biatch, haha Rich and $hort Do that [?] This how we do it [?] you niggas about these hoes, you know what I mean? $hort, $hort, $hort [?] bitch [?] pay to play A real pimp [?] strip club Check it [Verse 1: Richie Rich] I know you getting paid for that thang in your secrets But peep it, let me share with you my little secret I do play, but I don't pay for nothing I'm real with the shit that I do, that's not fronting This is for my niggas, pour out a little liquor if you're freaky Hard on a bitch, but not sneaky Time to go down, stay for three or four rounds And if she ain't from your town, you need to bring the four-pound Sticking in multiple positions when I'm hitting Spitting game, bringing pain to the kitten Nipple rubs, neck bites, ear licking Aw, shit, we got the Belvedere clicking Baby say she love me, then she love me not Curl your toes, bitch, you know I'm hitting the spot It's off the chain, hard to get you off the brain You got me sprung and I love the way you're doing your thing [Chorus: Too $hort & Richie Rich] Say, biatch (Where you at, ho?) Ayy, biatch (Where you at, ho?) Say, biatch (Where you at, ho?) Where you at, ho? Where you at, ho? Say, biatch (Where you at, ho?) Ayy, biatch (Where you at, ho?) Say, biatch (Where you at, ho?) Where you at, ho? Where you at, ho? [Verse 2: Too $hort] You be dead on arrival, if looks could kill You hood, gotta pay your pussy bill She look so good from head to toe You said, "Let me know when you ready to go" You don't care about spending, you ain't pimpin' Money in your hand, you just wanna be a friend Give her what she want if she let you hit Fuck with me, the bitch won't get shit Hoes know, they be assed out Waiting on $hort to cash 'em out A bitch gotta make a quota, a few hundreds She's standing right there, do you want it? All real players boss up every time Cost you a grip, but don't cost us a dime And if I gave you the game, you probably still would Treat a woman like shit and make a ho feel good [Chorus: Too $hort & Richie Rich] Say, biatch (Where you at, ho?) Ayy, biatch (Where you at, ho?) Say, biatch (Where you at, ho?) Where you at, ho? Where you at, ho? Say, biatch (Where you at, ho?) Ayy, biatch (Where you at, ho?) Say, biatch (Where you at, ho?) Where you at, ho? Where you at, ho? [Verse 3: Richie Rich] It's like I been in prison, the [?] got me [?] and I'm on ya Thinking of ways that I could bone ya Slim waist, cute face, nice ass Damn, did I say nice ass? Baby, we could talk about sex All you need to know is that I F.U.X I never give the keys to my [?] 'Cause to be honest, I don't even have a [?] But you could take the keys to the Range Rover Push me to the crib when I'm hanging over So drunk, in your trunk, [?] Tell your daddy I'm feeling [?] raised no punk And you can take a break from the table dancing And [?] with your nigga, double off in the mansion I need a new player, 'cause my team's expanding Now put this on your head, where these dreams is landing [Chorus: Too $hort & Richie Rich] Say, biatch (Where you at, ho?) Ayy, biatch (Where you at, ho?) Say, biatch (Where you at, ho?) Where you at, ho? Where you at, ho? Say, biatch (Where you at, ho?) Ayy, biatch (Where you at, ho?) Say, biatch (Where you at, ho?) Where you at, ho? Where you at, ho?