AMY J - Me and Mine (feat. Bambi) Lyrics

Me and my bitches we up
Me and my bitches we up
Pull up in a black truck
We the realist on God
You know the usual
Why they hating on us
Me and my bitches we up
Me and my bitches we up
Me and my bitches we up
Me and my bitches we up
Pull up in a black truck
We the realist on God
You know the usual
Why they hating on us
Me and my bitches we up
Me and my bitches we up

Drop that shit
You know we are with the shits
We got some money to get
I spent a grip on a fit
We do this all the time
Don't need a diamond to shine
Don't you see me in design
This shit is top of the line
Inches swinging on these hoes
I'm the Queen yes, I suppose
Take a picture, strike a pose
Take your nigga on the low
I got money on my mind
I need a check for my time
Fall back bitch recline
You only talk shit online

Me and my bitches we up
Me and my bitches we up
Pull up in a black truck
We the realist on God
You know the usual
Why they hating on us
Me and my bitches we up
Me and my bitches we up
Me and my bitches we up
Me and my bitches we up
Pull up in a black truck
We the realist on God
You know the usual
Why they hating on us
Me and my bitches we up
Me and my bitches we up

Me and my bitches we up up
Fake hoes got us f*cked up
Pink flag on my Birkin bag
I'm a gangster bitch
I'll drag a hag
Fendi slippers white toenails
Good pussy not for sale
You a Rookie in a D league
I'm a major player you can't D me
Boss bitch getting hella rich
Had a baby got hella thick
Gold Rollie that's the president
Hella drip that's the evidence
Get the coin that's the only focus
Money counter got'em doing tricks
Rich bitches I can make a list
Hating bitches never doing this
I might tap in for a bag
Bitches knocked up for some clout
I get paid to open my mouth
Brought my pink flag to the south
New watch, gotta change the bezel
Boss bitch don't complain or settle
They stay the same, Im a change the level
Free the game , tell'em bang medal

Me and my bitches we up
Me and my bitches we up
Pull up in a black truck
We the realist on God
You know the usual
Why they hating on us
Me and my bitches we up
Me and my bitches we up
Me and my bitches we up
Me and my bitches we up
Pull up in a black truck
We the realist on God
You know the usual
Why they hating on us
Me and my bitches we up
Me and my bitches we up

Don't let him do you like that sis
You know you the one, you a bad bitch
Let that go, baggage
Chase that money, savage
Floor to the ceiling, stack it
Oh there go the roof poof yeah
I got the juice juice yeah
New Gucci boots oh yeah
Money on my mind
I need a check for my time
Fall back bitch recline
You only talk shit online

Me and my bitches we up
Me and my bitches we up
Pull up in a black truck
We the realist on God
You know the usual
Why they hating on us
Me and my bitches we up
Me and my bitches we up
Me and my bitches we up
Me and my bitches we up
Pull up in a black truck
We the realist on God
You know the usual
Why they hating on us
Me and my bitches we up
Me and my bitches we up