Prosecco ft. FAUSTOE & Ozzzie Lyrics

One bitch, Two bitches, Three bitches in the cut

Four bitches, Five bitches, Six bitches in the cut

Seven bitches, Eight bitches, Nine bitches in the cut

Ten bitches cause you know that we don't really give a fuck

One bitch, Two bitches, Three bitches in the cut

Four bitches, Five bitches, Six bitches in the cut

Seven bitches, Eight bitches, Nine bitches in the cut

Ten bitches cause you know that we don't really give a fuck

Pardon my language

I guess you can call it a habit

I don't mean to come off as a bad man

I'm just looking for who got the fattest

Girl you lookin' so bad gotta have it

Quit playing with me I ain't average

I'm the type to come home with the baggage

Don't compare me to no one who's slacking

Multiplying the threes into Sevens

I've been talking that shit since Eleven

I've been holding it down from the West end

It's about time that I get my credit

No debit

All the work I've invested

I ain't got the time

To be playing with you hoes

I really ain't the one you wanna settle with

Slow down have some kids

I ain't having it

Nah!

You can miss me with that bullshit

Jump back, Take a look

Dodge hoes with the loose lips

You lookin' at me all clueless

Knowing damn well what it is

No relationships

I fuck with all y'all

I ain't keeping none

That's the best way

To really have some fun

Had to drop my ex

She had me fuckin' up

Playing step daddy

Bitch that ain't my son

Consider this foreplay

The way that I fuck it up on stage

Consecutive wins how I play the game

I've been doing it SevenDayz SevenWayz

Get up out the way

What else more to say

I ain't gonna to be saying the same thing

Bitch you know the name

I ain't never change

You can tell by the way that she give me brain

One bitch, Two bitches, Three bitches in the cut

Four bitches, Five bitches, Six bitches in the cut

Seven bitches, Eight bitches, Nine bitches in the cut

Ten bitches cause you know that we don't really give a fuck

Got too many bitches I can't even count

Big spending let's check the account

This big Khern$ she remember the sound

The big part that shit still in her mouth

I be seven-thirty with a shot like Curry

I be clutchin' money like I'm Robert Horry

I don't go to sleep

I just hit the street

Then I'm in the sheets

But that's a different story

I mean damn!

Don't make me get out of my character

That shit got me heated

I'm cool I don't need it

Them peoples is not at my temperature

I mean damn!

Don't make me pull up on your wifey

All it takes is a moment

I got it I'm going

I'm still in there going that's why she don't like me

I'm done with the talking let's get to the point

Bellaire and a bag full of joints

I spend there with a bag full of coins

I slide in and drown in the noise

I hit it I'm dipping I'm chilling

I'm feelin' like I could be grippin' on some of the bitches

We got in the cut

Drinking Prosecco

I'm fucking it up

The cash calling

I'm picking it up

I ain't got no business not having no business

When some of this business be hittin' me up

I stand by on the stand by

I get it done with my hands tied

I'm big Khern$ yea I'm that guy

Keep my name out your mouth

Less you ask me permission

My time is expensive

I work on commission

The money likes moving

I move along with it

You got a new bitch and I already hit it

My wrist getting colder

My drip getting frigid

I stay on my grind like that shit is tradition

A goat with the sauce like I stay in the kitchen

One bitch, Two bitches, Three bitches in the cut

Four bitches, Five bitches, Six bitches in the cut

Seven bitches, Eight bitches, Nine bitches in the cut

Ten bitches cause you know that we don't really give a fuck

One bitch, Two bitches, Three bitches in the cut

Four bitches, Five bitches, Six bitches in the cut

Seven bitches, Eight bitches, Nine bitches in the cut

Ten bitches cause you know that we don't really give a fuck