Vita, Vita, Vita-Various Artists

Vita, Vita, Vita - The Murderers Who that b**ch be, b**ch be? Vita, Vita, Vita Vita, Vita, Vita Who that b**ch be, b**ch be? Vita, Vita, Vita Vita, Vita, Vita Who that b**ch be, b**ch be? Niggas, know the name B**ches, know the name Vita Hoes stay in lane Just in case you didn't know, Vita be that feisty chick Not really impressed with ice and sh*t See I'm more concerned with dough, how to stack it and let it grow Picture me in a custom drop five double O Y'all don't know, I spit it sick like Lupus Each bar making it hard for you to dupe this And the truth is, I'm nothing nice Late night on the corner with my thugs throwing the dice This is for my, slick cats moving some vest And all of my b**ches who's stripping trying to pay for some messes Don't get discouraged get your dough mama You better know I'mma milk this game until I'm filthy See how I'm built G, genuine dime one of a kind So what you selling, I ain't buying, so ni**a, stop trying Straight out the gate, five hundred thou in one week Making it hard for you broads to eat Who that b**ch be, b**ch be? Vita, Vita, Vita Vita, Vita, Vita Who that b**ch be, b**ch be? Vita, Vita, Vita Vita, Vita, Vita Who that b**ch be, b**ch be? Niggas, know the name B**ches, know the name Vita Way ahead of the game ni**a You like it? Want it? Get it, got it and flaunt it Vivid and hotter than a lot of broads they timid If you hearing that hot sh*t then you know that I spitted And b**ches you shitted on then you know that I shitted I never been the type to like to hound no ni**a My world don't revolve around no ni**a See I don't put it down for niggas, cock and bust rounds for niggas And took pies out of town on Greyhound for niggas It's Vita, diva mami you find me in a two-seater Leaning low for the Jersey Turnpike blowing drogue Balling like Rebecca Lobos, spitting this fire so you birds will burn What it's gone take for y'all to learn? That you broads got fat while I starved it's my turn It won't stop until well over a billion is burned Straight out the gate, five hundred thou in one week Making it hard for you broads to eat Who that b**ch be, b**ch be? Vita, Vita, Vita Vita, Vita, Vita Who that b**ch be, b**ch be? Vita, Vita, Vita Vita, Vita, Vita Who that b**ch be, b**ch be? Niggas, know the name B**ches, know the name Vita And ain't sh*t gone change Now all my b**ches is you with me? We get it on, uh and sip Don, if the Cris is gone And all my niggas is y'all wit me? Uh, holding the block down and all of my thugs Up north on lock down Yeah, miss lady and at times I'm shady And I prefer half on some chips instead of half on a baby Don't get it twisted, I love the youth And got love for all of my mamis That's gone stand behind me it's our world We shine like diamonds and pearls And I confess, I'm one of the best Coming straight out the gate Scanning five hundred thou in one week Making it hard for you broads to eat Who that b**ch be, b**ch be? Vita, Vita, Vita Vita, Vita, Vita Who that b**ch be, b**ch be? Vita, Vita, Vita Vita, Vita, Vita Who that b**ch be, b**ch be?