Lyrics Denna Bitch - Project Pat , Juicy J

I hear em talking, money make a hater madder than a bitch
Got my check up, now you know I get more cash than a bitch
Got a pocket full of paper and a bad yellow bitch
Ass fatter than a bitch
My car faster than a bitch
What you saying, make em madder than a bitch
What you saying, get more cash than a bitch
What you saying, got a yellow bad bitch
Ass fatter than a bitch, my car go faster than a bitch
A hunnid billion dollars, that's the conversation
Nigga I got more whips than a dominatrix
Pretty bitch jump on my dick, lemme drive ya crazy
And you heard that my paper thicker than the yellow pages
Press that button lose the top, make it disappear
Its so lonely at the top, but I love to hear
Pass that cream bitch I'm higher than Apollo 13
On that purple martini and a ounce of blue dream
So much money, make the counter blow a fuse
Live in the fast lane and fuck all the rules
I'm living on the edge, fuck a hater, fuck the feds
If I buy more ice, I might need to buy a sled
Smoking loud, drinking hen, man I'm higher than a bitch
Lick harder than a bitch
Wanna stick it in a bitch
Ferragamo louis shit
All designer in this bitch
I got gold on my teeth and neck, I'm shining as a bitch
Bitch love to see this shit, niggas mad than a bitch
Throw a cop in the parking lot, just shot him bout a bitch
I ain't tripping bout you man, I'm on dead presidents
All my niggas killas and they scared of the penitent-ions
Money always make a broke mad, make him envy
Never bowing down to a bitch, it ain't amendment
Lamborghini cost a ticket and I'm tryna rob that bitch
Pat your running up the check, we ain't tryna hit that shit
You wanna say something about the pimp?
Gimme his address bitch I'ma come to his house
If they can fear that then they can fear whats really going around down here mane
I'm glad we got an island where we can at these bitch niggas out, ya know what I'm talking bout?
I can go broke any minute, still making 4 million in an hour
Closing deals with the cartel on my speakerphone in the shower
My bitch on the shower
You niggas is cowards, get the fuck off of my lung
I'm cutting the grass with them choppas
Bullets is sounding like do-do-do-do hitting niggas and flowers
I don't fly jets, I buy jets
I'm from the low rise, high ground, projects
Fuck you and your street cash, little ass plump check
You sign niggas, I sign niggas, I buy the label
I'm in the Soho House in the library, eating sushi with Cong ly
Getting throwed from your politician, this ho wanna elect me
Still a hood nigga tryna fuck everything
Life in the villa, getting zarilla, nigga
Think of my scrilla
Keeping my wolves on deck like Michael on Thrilla