Pop Bitches Lyrics

Yeah yeah

[Verse 1]
I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, what
Don't get it twisted I put you in a headlock

[Pre-Chorus 1]
These pop bitches make you f..cking sick right
We party hard, they call the cops uh
Teenage skanks got nothing on me
Pop bitches got nothing on me
I scratch till it bleeds
All you bitches got nothing on me
Nothing on me