I Love My Bitches Lyrics - Unplugged (mixtape) - Rick Ross

A month ago, I gave a chick a hundred stacks 

Straight to Neiman Marcus, young bitch had a heart attack 

Oh man, I love my bitches 

Bottles, Beamers, brand new Benzes 

Barbies, ballerinas, and Britneys 

Barbra Streisand edition Bentleys 

Bricks, big face hundreds in bundles 

Boy, I'm a boss, I rose from the jungles 

God forgives and these killers won't 

In a room full of heathens, good niggas die alone 

Better start taking notes as I'm taking tokes 

The hood wanna see you die and they taking votes 

My vision always mentioned coke 

My women never sit in coach 

Oh man, I love my bitches 

Tongue kissin' a dark skinneded vixen 

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Fifty, sixty racks, I might go blow a hundred though 

Jet owner, G5, where you wanna go? 

Fuck your ex's baby, really, that's your past? 

Load up your carry-on's and all of this is cash 

Oh man, I love my bitches 

Oh man, I love my bitches 

Oh man, I love my bitches 

East Coast to West Coast, all my bitches 

Tryna bring you into my world, baby 

Just stand there, you the canvas, imma paint the picture 

You never met another nigga, you know, fuck it, take it 

Oh man, I love my bitches 

Oh man, I love my bitches 

Oh man, I love my bitches 

East Coast to West Coast, all my bitches 

Tryna bring you into my world, baby 

Just stand there, you the canvas, imma paint the picture 

You never met another nigga, you know, fuck it, take it 

Photos 

Am I really just a narcissist? 

'Cause I wake up to a bowl of lobster bisque 

And I wake up on some mobbin' shit 

With a great view and half my niggas swappin' bricks 

It's just a way of life 

For the king of diamonds, so I gotta stay the night 

50 cash in the Louis for the chicken wings 

Started in a neighborhood and now we on to bigger things 

Large clique of my constituents 

Combination to the safe, straight to the Benjamins 

Living life to the fullest was the emphasis 

Making love to Mary J's "Reminisce" 

Oh man, I love my bitches 

Oh man, I love my bitches 

Oh man, I love my bitches 

East Coast to West Coast, all my bitches 

Tryna bring you into my world, baby 

Just stand there, you the canvas, imma paint the picture 

You never met another nigga, you know, fuck it, take it 

It was all good just a week ago 

Paper tag on the Panamera, my speakers blow 

My bitch sittin' cute, she left her panties home 

Suckin' the dick of the don, I'm talking Miami's own 

Money like (LeBron James), money like (Dwyane Wade) 

(Play it right) peelin' two off the dealership in the same day 

(Say it right) paid like Mark Clayton, Mark Duper 

Soon as niggas start hatin', start shootin' 

Come along, money longer than Olajuwan's 

Lotta ones, all the bitches yeah the model ones 

Tongue pierced, dick sucked, yeah the swallow ones 

Fifty million, I'm the only one that got it done 

Oh man, I love my bitches 

Oh man, I love my bitches 

Oh man, I love my bitches 

East Coast to West Coast, all my bitches 

Tryna bring you into my world, baby 

Just stand there, you the canvas, imma paint the picture 

You never met another nigga, you know, fuck it, take it