More Bitches

Lyrics

[Chorus: V-Nasty, Kreayshawn & Roach Gigz] Four blunts, four bottles of gin Four bitches, I need more bitches! Four bitches, I need more bitches! Four bitches, I need more bitches! Four blunts, four bottles of gin Four bitches, I need more bitches! Four bitches, I need more bitches! Four bitches, I need more bitches! [Verse 1: V-Nasty] Four blunts, four bottles of gin One bitch, four of her friends I think this where my party begins Girl, I wish this moment will never end Got a bitch but I need some mo' Four bitches equal forty toes They all down, hoe-in' is all they know Gotta make a stack just to get out the cold Bitch its me, Mrs. V Why you outta town? O for the city If you wanna see life, baby fuck with me I'm the lady of the shit, yes I'm the queen Wanna get high so I smoke a whole zip Keep rolling up chops, loading up crisp Four ounces of bo gotta give it a kiss Off purple weed and gin bitch I'm lit [Chorus: V-Nasty, Kreayshawn & Roach Gigz] Four blunts, four bottles of gin Four bitches, I need more bitches! Four bitches, I need more bitches! Four bitches, I need more bitches! Four blunts, four bottles of gin Four bitches, I need more bitches! Four bitches, I need more bitches! Four bitches, I need more bitches! [Verse 2: Kreayshawn] Hey, bitch! Need bitches? Man I gotta room full You think Kreayshawn ain't pimpin, you a damn fool I'm gassin', my money be the fuel All these bitches gettin' wet, but I can't swim in a pool I'm just drownin' in a 40 though Need it like a Chinese on this 40, yo Not in Japan but my eyes hella closed Got my swisher turned up on my thrift clothes And I'm getting lazy money, that's free dough Got these bitches lookin crisp like a Frito I'm just me though, who else should I be? Young Kreayshawn, man, you need to feel this heat though Score on a bitch like I'm throwing free throws Money, bitches, weed, and bo is what I get the most So put your cups in the air, get ready for the toast The score is more to keep than four hoes [Chorus: V-Nasty, Kreayshawn & Roach Gigz] Four blunts, four bottles of gin Four bitches, I need more bitches! Four bitches, I need more bitches! Four bitches, I need more bitches! Four blunts, four bottles of gin Four bitches, I need more bitches! Four bitches, I need more bitches! Four bitches, I need more bitches! [Verse 3: Roach Gigz] Yeah, it's RG, doper than Hardy I get started like car keys My barbie in the bed with dark trees But over here? It's all clear I want Boston, that Paul Pierce All ears? Better listen up One thing I don't? Give a fuck You could die down, imma live it up And I still go dumb, fuck your wisdom, bruh It's R-Geezy, I could steal your car easy Life's a game, it's parcheesy Hopped out the car, now I'm on the bar, Wheezy The pigs was chasing but I'm faster man But the bacon cain't fuck with my master plan You half a man, you a belly button Breath full of gin, smell it cousin? [Chorus: V-Nasty, Kreayshawn & Roach Gigz] Four blunts, four bottles of gin Four bitches, I need more bitches! Four bitches, I need more bitches! Four bitches, I need more bitches! Four blunts, four bottles of gin Four bitches, I need more bitches! Four bitches, I need more bitches! Four bitches, I need more bitches!