C.B.M.B. Lyrics

No you can't be my bitch

From the gutta hood rich

Ion like ya fuckin attitude

We ain't got no title

Better pick up on a bible

Ain't fuckin wit the style

Gram caps shattered iPhone

Bitch built Cruella Deville the shit ewww

Thinkin yall on top of the game nigga the looks kill

Thinkin how yall bitches be eatin downin the wrong pill

Puttin in the number to hit up on Dr. Phil

No you can't be my bitch

Another fake hood chick

Girl better tone it down it some

Talkin how these niggas ain't shit

But cha got 4 kids

And ya lookin for a nigga that's rich?

No you can't be my bitch

With the fake ass

Got no class stay easy with the smash

Got the gastric bypass Glorilla eye pass

Fake eye lash hit these hoes wit the pass

No you can't be my miss

No you can't get me rich

No you can't be my bitch

Fake city girl shit

Niggas gotta spell it out for hoes

No you can't be my miss

No you can't get me rich

No you can't be my bitch

Fake city girl shit

Niggas gotta spell it out for hoes

Tell ya that I been a hoe hopper

Ain't no saving for these hoes stop it

Not talkin any woman hoe drop it

Her only good skill top sloppin yeah

Type of bitch you see on No Jumper

A thou wow niggas done fucked her

Sorry to the women done butt hurt

Bunched up in ya panties in ya tight skirt

No you can't be my bitch

Hot Cheeto eatin trick dragon nails ion like you hoes

Walk all funny witcha ass out dummy and ya nose all runny broke ass no money

No you can't be my bitch

Talkin all that shit how you are the fuckin baddest hoe

Persona type stiff the ambition went to shit all the niggas get to hit wonder why they call you bitch

No you can't be my miss

No you can't get me rich

No you can't be my bitch

Fake city girl shit

Niggas gotta spell it out for hoes

No you can't be my miss

No you can't get me rich

No you can't be my bitch

Fake city girl shit

Niggas gotta spell it out for hoes