Baby Money Ft Gloss Up – No More Bitches Lyrics

No More Bitches Lyrics by Baby Money Ft Gloss Up

[Intro]
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)

[Chorus: Baby Money]
No more bitches jumpin’ on the bed
Revolving doors on her, I ain’t gotta touch her leg
I told her, “Give me brain,” this bitch opened up her head
Shit, I’ll die or go to jail, but if I do, I’m goin’ fed
Only sippin’ red, turnt up off these meds
Before I had a deal, I was turnt up off these scams
He broke in real life, he just turnt up on the ‘Gram
Try to play with real ice and you get burnt up with your man

[Verse 1: Baby Money]
Okay, now, do you got a man? Do he pay for nails?
Do he pay your bills or he just layin’ in the bed?
I don’t even wanna fuck you, I’m just playing, give me head
Stuffed a bed with all pills and I named that bitch Ted
Okay, let’s beef some opps some more
Her heart, I robbed her for it
So many throat babies, I should be on child support
Lied to her, lied some more
Cried to me, cried some more
So many hoes with me, this should be the house of whores
Some bitches washin’ dishes, some bitches moppin’ floors
I’m fuckin’ in the kitchen, she eatin’ out your daughter
I got her servin’ bitches, she in and out the border
How the fuck you serve them niggas and you used to take the orders? Easy Money

[Chorus: Baby Money & Gloss Up]
No more bitches jumpin’ on the bed
Revolving doors on her, I ain’t gotta touch her leg
I told her, “Give me brain,” this bitch opened up her head
Shit, I’ll die or go to jail, but if I do, I’m goin’ fed
Only sippin’ red, turnt up off these meds
Before I had a deal, I was turnt up off these scams (Glossy)
He broke in real life, he just turnt up on the ‘Gram (Big Gloss, bitch)
Try to play with real ice and you get burnt up with your man (Ayy)

[Verse 2: Gloss Up]
If we go half on a baby (Huh?), I ain’t payin’ my half (I’m not)
He want me squirt on his face, tell that nigga pay for this bag
Tryna put two and two together, I don’t think he know the math
Bitch, I’m comin’ like a beaver, I ain’t never gave a damn
Uh, my doctor told me no more exes in the bed (Okay)
But I can’t seem to leave none of my exes on red (I can’t)
I be spinnin’ on his block again, tryna get some more back shots again (Come here)
Your nigga ain’t shit, he been tryna fuck me and my friend (On God)
Bitches wanna be me bad, all them hoes love my life (They do)
Fuckin’ with them nice hoes, come let a dog bitch treat you right
Fuck that nigga with my chain since he wanna see the light (Okay)
I fuck niggas for revenge, I be gettin’ money out of spite

[Chorus: Baby Money]
No more bitches jumpin’ on the bed
Revolving doors on her, I ain’t gotta touch her leg
I told her, “Give me brain,” this bitch opened up her head
Shit, I’ll die or go to jail, but if I do, I’m goin’ fed
Only sippin’ red, turnt up off these meds
Before I had a deal, I was turnt up off these scams
He broke in real life, he just turnt up on the ‘Gram
Try to play with real ice and you get burnt up with your man