Cap 1 - No Betta lyrics

See, if they knew better
Then most likely they do better, right?
We're T.R.U 2 IT over here, man!
Shout time what we're doing

Bitches don't know no better
She gonna do what I tell her (okay)
Pimping ain't made you scared
I tell a bitch, 'go get that bread!'

I'll get you out that chain
Work you out that chain
I'll get you out that chain
Release you out that chain

We gonna change you out that chain
Working out that chain
That bitch is out that chain
My bitches out to collect

We'll get you out of that chain
You don't know, but there's pimping, nigga
My bitches out to collect
Everything, game Gucci, nigga
It's money, power, respect
It's all the real niggas live for

I got diamonds all on my neck (bling!)
Flat foot, nigga, heel toe
[..] so heartless, the bitches say that I'm cold-hearted
All I see is them dollar signs
So I ain't got no time to talk no bargains
Break a hundred, no blunts, nigga
Pocket full of them Ben Franklin
My bitch bad if you wanna nail
And that's ten bandz and I see her later

Got pimping all on my resume
Spikes all in the red bottoms
Shout South to my bottom bitch
'Cause that pussy fine that [..] the problem
On South bitch for my Latin hoe
She don't like the way no panties
Her ass fat and her waist small
And she turned up on that nose candy!
I'm gone!

Bitches don't know no better
She gonna do what I tell her (okay)
Pimping ain't made you scared
I tell a bitch, 'go get that bread!'

I'll get you out that chain
Work you out that chain
I'll get you out that chain
Release you out that chain

We gonna change you out that chain
Working out that chain
That bitch is out that chain
My bitches out to collect

My bitches out to collect
Hell yeah, that pussy cautious
Shit deep in the sex
'Cause every bitch got a bigger boss

This really all a finesse
And all I'm thinking is'
This really stunting, no bitch
Man settle, just count'
Got a white girl, she so big
Asian bitch do new' trick
Black girl like rough sex
Dominican, she bust checks.
All my bitches, they're fine as fuck
Got a hundred on me, that's ten dimes
Got another chick who bought another chick
Got another chick and they're here now!
And I'm gone

Bitches don't know no better
She gonna do what I tell her (okay)
Pimping ain't made you scared
I tell a bitch, 'go get that bread!'

I'll get you out that chain
Work you out that chain
I'll get you out that chain
Release you out that chain

We gonna change you out that chain
Working out that chain
That bitch is out that chain
My bitches out to collect

This shit for real!
I'm talking about [..] tot the South Side
East to the West
The lowest, the hundreds, angle wood
Street executives
TRU!
I go by the name of the golden son, DJ Sun!
Cap 1! DJ Drama, no stress!