Tom Macdonald Bitchxs Got Money Lyrics

Whoo
Tom Mac f_cking Donald
My b_tches got money

I don't f_ck around with no broke hoes, my b_tches got money
My b_tches got money, my b_tches got money
I don't f_ck around with no rap hoes, but those b_tches love me
Those b_tches love me, those b_tches love me
They come around and burn then they turn up on me
Like it's exactly how it's supposed to be and now they want it
Now they want it, now they want it

No more new hoes, I been keepin' up with my old ones
Rollin' around with the same ones that best friends with my day ones
They want the same things that everybody else do
Gold teeth and gold chains and gold rings and dope shoes
My old b_tches ain't 'round here, the new girls that I found here
So high that each time we f_ck it's not the first time they down here
My bottom makin' yellow gold, I'm tryna get my tops done
P_ssy just like bills and she got both so let her pop some

I don't f_ck around with no broke hoes, my b_tches got money
My b_tches got money, my b_tches got money
I don't f_ck around with no rap hoes, but those b_tches love me
Those b_tches love me, those b_tches love me

No more new p_ssy, the good p_ssy is all here
I don't need no broke b_tches, money talks and I'm all ears
I'm all in, I fall in then I wake up in that good good
I'd call in but I don't work, I just smoke that good good
We f_ck like it's the last time we'll f_ck but sh_t, it never is
We always doin' things that we done heard of but never did
We kiss like we're in love but sh_t, we never were
We act like we got sh_t in common, light one and just let it burn

I don't f_ck around with no broke hoes, my b_tches got money
My b_tches got money, my b_tches got money
I don't f_ck around with no rap hoes, but those b_tches love me
Those b_tches love me, those b_tches love me
They come around and burn and then they turn up on me
Like it's exactly how it's supposed to be and now they want it
Now they want it, now they want it

Threesome for breakfast and good weed for dessert
Champagne for lunch and more p_ssy for dinner
Eat her, teach her she looks good with no t-shirt
Then leave her, don't keep her, your homie need her
Love at first sight when he walk in and see her
Then leave them alone to do whatever please her
She realer than most, she peel off her clothes
She need you to feed her so she don't go broke

I don't f_ck around with no broke hoes, my b_tches got money
My b_tches got money, my b_tches got money
I don't f_ck around with no rap hoes, but those b_tches love me
Those b_tches love me, those b_tches love me
They come around and burn and then they turn up on me
Like it's exactly how it's supposed to be and now they want it
Now they want it, now they want it