Snow Tha Product Feat. O.T. Genasis – “Help A Bitch Out” Lyrics

YungLan on da Track

(O.T. Genasis)
Whatchu want?
Get it then

I think I’ma help a b*tch out
I think I’ma help a b*tch out (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I think I’ma help a b*tch out
I think I’ma help a b*tch out
How much your car, lil’ b*tch? (Uh huh)
How much your rent, lil’ b*tch?
How much your bag, lil’ b*tch?
I’m ’bout to spend this sh*t
I think I’ma help a b*tch out
I think I’ma help a b*tch out

(Snow Tha Product)
I don’t need no help, I don’t need a man
I need me a bad one on a Perc’ or Xan
A lap to dance, some racks, and a bag of bands
And goddamn Mexican, don’t give a workin’ hand
Pretty b*tches in the clique, like ooh
f*ck around get in the middle, like ooh
Do you need help? Do your baby need food?
I’m a pretty girl, need a pretty girl like you
I got Hennessy in my cup, ain’t no jealousy, b*tch, I’m up
That boy ’bout to catch some feelings
She’s about to catch some one’s
Baby girl faded and I’m really out of it (outta it)
Princess cuts, I’m Disney channellin’
I got a bag baby what’s happenin’
Know when you cash women’s empowerment
I be stuntin’ on these boys, mamacita bring the noise
You just keep that ass in motion, I’ma keep that ass employed
She told me my highlight poppin’, asked me if my hair was real
So I asked about her booty, she said, “Baby how’s it feel?”

(O.T. Genasis)
I think I’ma help a b*tch out
I think I’ma help a b*tch out (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I think I’ma help a b*tch out
I think I’ma help a b*tch out
How much your car, lil’ b*tch? (Uh huh)
How much your rent, lil’ b*tch?
How much your bag, lil’ b*tch?
I’m ’bout to spend this sh*t
I think I’ma help a b*tch out
I think I’ma help a b*tch out

(O.T. Genasis)
Stand up you know I do it
Street money you know what I’m doin’
Ramp it up, I be gettin’ to it (run it up)
Jewelry on you know I be coolin’ (sauce, sauce, sauce)
Goin’ thru these racks I got packs
Shoppin’ spree, Neiman’s, Barney’s, Sak’s

(Snow Tha Product)
Snowie get the baddies, that’s a fact
b*tch is crazy but the booty fat
Man, I got these fake ass ballers, lame as f*ck
They fake, just skunkies, boys ain’t throwin’ out
I got her twerkin’, droppin’, doin’ tricks, she too much for a dollar
f*ck you want, f*ck up-front, I’m about make ’em sick
Man I got the VIP, I throw up a grip and a b*tch gon’ f*ck it up again

(O.T. Genasis)
I think I’ma help a b*tch out
I think I’ma help a b*tch out (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I think I’ma help a b*tch out
I think I’ma help a b*tch out
How much your car, lil’ b*tch? (Uh huh)
How much your rent, lil’ b*tch?
How much your bag, lil’ b*tch?
I’m ’bout to spend this sh*t
I think I’ma help a b*tch out

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