She Going

[Chorus: Yung Booke & Future] I got your bitch and she going I got your bitch and she going I got your bitch and she going I got your bitch and she going I hit your ho on the regular It ain't no secret I'm telling ya I got your bitch and she going I got your bitch and she going I got your bitch and she going I got your bitch and she going I got your bitch and she going I got your bitch and she going I hit your ho on the regular It ain't no secret I'm telling ya I got your bitch and she going I got your bitch and she going [Verse 1: Yung Booke] Took your bitch right off your arm That was [?] no alarm She leaving you, hard to put on Can't have her right back bro, king kong I got your bitch and she goin' for what I be tellin' her Scoop her up every time I'm in the area Fuckin', no kisses, etcetera, etcetera Invite her friend, yeah the more, yeah the merrier She ain't even pick up the phone Company there but keep sayin' she alone These bitches doggin', I'm just tryna bone Man I do the right thing even though it seem wrong I got your bitch in my whip Now she pourin' my syrup and rollin' my reefer She a gangsta lil bitch like that Belly ho Keisha Yeah she be there when I need her Knew she'd be there 'fore you know Why you all in your feelings? you can't feel a stroke I'ma smoke my whole blunt and won't ask her to smoke Thought about all the dicks on the lip and that throat But, I'ma fly out for the weekend TMZ caught a pic, we was sneaking Thought you knew it, with your ho from the begin Half the time we together we be freaking [Chorus: Yung Booke & Future] I got your bitch and she going I got your bitch and she going I got your bitch and she going I got your bitch and she going I hit your ho on the regular It ain't no secret I'm telling ya I got your bitch and she going I got your bitch and she going I got your bitch and she going I got your bitch and she going I got your bitch and she going I got your bitch and she going I hit your ho on the regular It ain't no secret I'm telling ya I got your bitch and she going I got your bitch and she going I got your bitch and she going I got your bitch and she going I got your bitch and she going I got your bitch and she going I hit your ho on the regular It ain't no secret, I'm tellin' ya I got your bitch and she going I got your bitch and she going [Verse 2: Future] I got a gang of lil foreigns She know the style is important She know I done already won I spend hundreds on her like ones Ain't no tricking with her when I kick it with her Just a pair of Christian Louboutin's Chanel bags on her arm I pull up and scoop her like Uber Got one in the Ruger She want a life with young Super She want that ice like young Super She took advice that I gave her From Gucci to Birky, I basically raised her From time after time she proved that she'll always be mine Stay on my lines Stay on my lines, man she text and she call all the time [Chorus: Yung Booke & Future] I got your bitch and she going I got your bitch and she going I got your bitch and she going I got your bitch and she going I hit your ho on the regular It ain't no secret I'm telling ya I got your bitch and she going I got your bitch and she going I got your bitch and she going I got your bitch and she going I got your bitch and she going I got your bitch and she going I hit your ho on the regular It ain't no secret I'm telling ya I got your bitch and she going I got your bitch and she going