My Bitch - Intellectual

[Intro]

Oh, yeah

Come on now, get your two-step on

This is for you and yours man

M. Dollars!

Everybody love somebody

Know what I mean?

M. Dollars in this motherfucker

Holla at me [?]

Ladies, woo!

She might be a bitch, believe it or not, I love that ho

'Cause she always suck my dick whenever I perform at my show

That's why I keep it dim who shoot down at the toe

And she ain't gon' ever snitch that they tryna violate my parole

And if she ever scratch my whip, that's where I draw the line, then slap the bitch

'Cause I don't play that shit

That's my baby girl, my baby girl

Christian Dior, Bentley Azures

Late night strolls taking trips to the mall

What happened, we don't even kiss anymore

It's like I'm not number 1 on your list anymore

I gave you everything, you never paid a penny for

You inconsiderate, all you said was "Give me more"

And kept an attitude like you going through menopause

I should've realized that you was a stingy broad

And where you came from, you must've forgotten

Due to the fact that I spoiled you rotten

There was a time though where you never had

Then I brightened up the picture like a yellow cab

On your birthday I copped you a cherry jag

With the rag top to match your Burberry bag

And I remember hearing "M. Dollars, would you marry me?"

Now you too good like Miss. Congeniality

But that's reality, you choose your life

And I'mma pimp like Dola Mike

When you're sitting on your lawn and you're home at night