Bimbo Songtext
von twentythree

I′m on top of my dreams, I got so much money
Got designer on my jeans, holding so many hunnids
I'm on top of the building, I′m on top the floor
Fuck on your bitch, no, I don't make her my ho

'Bout to open up the window, smoking gas, I′m living my life really simple
Hit your bitch, I make her bend over, smack her ass, yeah, she dumb as fuck, she my favorite bimbo


If we catch ′em down the street, we gon' fold ′em up
I be going around the six in a foreign truck
Tryna make me feel bad, I don't owe you nothin′
Gotta take a step back, I don't know you, bruh
And I got a next bag, I just spent all of it
Got designer on my body, mixing, matching all colors
No, you not my problem, no, you not my bitch, man
I used to be broke, now I got mad rich

I′m on top of my dreams, I got so much money
Got designer on my jeans, holding so many hunnids
I'm on top of the building, I'm on top the floor
Fuck on your bitch, no, I don′t make her my ho

′Bout to open up the window, smoking gas, I'm living my life really simple
Hit your bitch, I make her bend over, smack her ass, yeah, she dumb as fuck, she my favorite bimbo


If we catch ′em down the street, we gon' fold ′em up
I be going around the six in a foreign truck
Tryna make me feel bad, I don't owe you nothin′
Gotta take a step back, I don't know you, bruh
And I got a next bag, I just spent all of it
Got designer on my body, mixing, matching all colors
No, you not my problem, no, you not my bitch, man
I used to be broke, now I got mad rich