Jt Money

[Verse 1]
Shes a hustler, get it off the muscler, raw motherfucker
Other hoes cant touch her
Fly bitch, do or die bitch, my bitch dont play, baby
Doin every damn thing for J, baby
And she luv to see a nigga on top
Even though she know theres other bitches wantin the spot
But they cant fuck wit Slim, cuz baby be the real
Got nerves of steel, feds cant make her squeal
Shes a freak in bed, love gettin head
Keep a nigga welfare wit plenty of bread
Call her Superbitch, love nice shit
All the high price shit, the golden ice shit
Wit the game to mack, no strings attached
Type of bitch only rich niggas dream they had
All the money that she make, it be comin to me
And thats the version of the ideal woman to me
Oh, you dont know?
[Chorus]
Shes a Superbitch, a Superho
Bout chasin flow, and always good to go
Shes a Superbitch, a Superho
Bout chasin flow, and always good to go
I say, now where Js babies at (Hey) Huh?
Where my hustlin ladies at (Right here) Huh?
And if you freaks start makin stacks (You know it) Huh?
You a female mack, You a (Im a female mack) Thats right
[Verse 2]
Shes a hood thang wit some good thangs
Good looks and brains, bout makin some change
Talkin fine as fuck, for all eyes to see
Might blow a lil weed and be on the grind like me
And the next for the playa, but I know hos shit
Cuz thats slowin down the money that she can go get
Shes a polite assassin, always classy
Exotic, erotic, far beyond trashy
Female rider, keep the heat inside
Down with gangsta shit and my getaway driver
She is Js baby, number one lady
Luv the way she play me and drive these niggas crazy
Shes a ??? Swiss, and Im her pimp
Know how to work these hoes and how to break these ???
All the money that she make, be comin to me
And thats the version of the ideal woman to me
Oh, you dont know?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Who dat chick? Down to do that shit
A Superbitch, I ride wit a crew thats sick
Shorty keep it off the chains, I dont fuck wit lames
If Im pushin my nigga whip, better send my name
Im the one wit the keys to the cribs and the cars
So I aint worried at all bout yall other broads
Shit, a nigga gon flirt, for whatever its worth
You the fool if you twerk and let him get in your skirt
But until he done testified up in the court session
And answered every question wit not to my recollection
Now shorty gettin steppin, a Superbitch dont snitch
If you insist, I show you how real it can get
Shit, I ride for my nigga, grab the heat and aim
Do time for my nigga, wont speak a name
You dont know another chick can keep it realer than this
Man, all yall niggas gotta feel me on this
Cuz Im...
[Chorus]
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[ Superbitch Lyrics ]