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