Artist: Master Fuol Album: Brownsville Kid Song: Bitch Ain't Nothin Typed by: Davida.b. [Chorus X2: Master Fuol] You can have a girl (yeah!) But don't fuck with me money! Can I get a witness? (hell yeah!) Bitch ain't nothin [Master Fuol] This is for my Gucci bitches, my bougie bitches Always get stuck with loosey goosey bitches My groupie bitches, like, who this bitch? Play ya part, don't start with the foolishness Ghetto hoes in stilettos Go to west coast and smoke the best dro But I rest tho on the east coast Eat so my dick is where the meat goes Don't worr bout it baby, who got them chicks Lemme take you to the mall and cop you kicks Suck snot out my dick, I put rocks on your wrist Put rocks on your wrist, the bitch dance topless You better stop, drop, pop them hips Then get that money bitch, stop bullshit And pop that coochie, I'll pop that wine Stick a dirty dollar in your stocking line Put in work on the block, on the grind See number one rule, fool don't rock dimes Getcha weight up ma, we both can shine Don't knock your hustle, just don't knock mine, now [Chorus X2] [Master Fuol] Used to be a snot nose, now my chain got the block froze And everybody know I cop drugs It's the regular nigga that smoke, pullin the choke You might see me with a bitch, with my dick in her throat Put on my coat when it's time to go Oh no, no mo fo sho ho This is a warning Still got to wake up and be a freak in the morning Fool stay fit, fool don't quit Ecstacy, V-12, stay fit Bitch, come on, back up on off me You heard what I said bitch, back up on off me Money for a drink? Hold up, shorty you lost me I'm not a softy, but here's some change for some coffee You know the broads be off the chain Uh, it's gon cost me, and lost your brain Huh, I'm doin me, don't live off my name I paid the price for the ice and the fortune and fame, huh [Chorus] [Hook: Master Fuol] Whores, huh, good God, yeah What is they good for? Absolutely nothing Fucking, sucking, hustling [Master Fuol] Hops out the truck, like "Fuol, what up?" She was reppin like The Jeffersons, movin up Like yo style, smile in the ??? blouse She talkin bout Fuol, I push a Bentley now So we pull up to the Valet at the Hyatt Smokin on a blunt, but I ain't high yet Suckin on her tits as she's suckin my neck Says she wanna do somethin that she didn't try yet Says she like it in the ass, I got the KY Jelly No interruptions, made her turn off the cellie If the head right, be there err night like Nelly Get up on me, bust on her belly Sweet sensation, deep penetration, three minute spankings Spread it out, wear it out, take it real slow If she's a freak, we can get the dildo For real though, stay hard like a steel toe Boo, sex all night, but you can't get lube Spend my money, honey, you got to recoup Baby I'm a dog, and my ??? go woof [Chorus X2]