Models

[Chorus: ManMan Savage] All my bitches bad, they look just like models All my bitches bad, they look just like models All my bitches bad, they look just like models I told her take her clothes off, and go and model We smokin Pressure, and drinkin out the Rosay bottle I fuck one today, another one tomorrow I keep a jackpot, won the fuckin lotto [Verse 1: UnoTheActivist] Hold on my face, give me face Hot in the trap, but I don't leave a trace She see me sinnin, and she give me chace Bought a bitch Jimmy Chew, then gave her a Rolli, I know you don't hate From the trap, so I know it's all great I'm from the grove, so I ball till the grave Me and my chick, she tell me she ready Just sold some birds, and they fly as a feather I can't get these racks in the weather Baby, you not even tryna be special My bitches bad, I sware they the best, my bitches bad, yeah, I sware they the best They goin Finesse, do whatever I tell them I just might trip on Mason Marjellas Swingin the hand with no fellas I came with all the Phantoms I touch her, I know she goin feel it Don't get caught up in your feelings Cause I got a boatload of bitches I got caught up in the trentches, lil baby, let's get it [Chorus: ManMan Savage] All my bitches bad, they look just like models All my bitches bad, they look just like models All my bitches bad, they look just like models I told her take her clothes off, and go and model We smokin Pressure, and drinkin out the Rosay bottle I fuck one today, another one tomorrow I keep a jackpot, won the fuckin lotto [Verse 2: ManMan Savage] She goin take her clothes off, she goin model She goin turn up, if she hit the bottle She a bad bitch, she look like a model I got many women, she like them models And I got a 9, with 30 at the bottom I keep a top model bitch, for the 5 O I get them bitches in love with a nigga, fuck a follo Every bitch that I have look like a model If you want my bitch, you can go hit the bottle You can suck the dick, but you can't hit the bottle I hit it from the back, and I wasn't hittin no bottles All my bitches bad, they a fuckin problem [Chorus: ManMan Savage] All my bitches bad, they look just like models All my bitches bad, they look just like models All my bitches bad, they look just like models I told her take her clothes off, and go and model We smokin Pressure, and drinkin out the Rosay bottle I fuck one today, another one tomorrow I keep a jackpot, won the fuckin lotto