My bitches, my bitches, I love my bitches
Get it on the pole, get it on the pole, get it on the pole
She workin' that sick, yeah
Get it on the pole, get it on the pole, get it on the pole
Now she a get tryna fit, yeah
I love my bitches, I love my bitches
All my bitches, we all ambitious
From my nine to five mommies to the models and the strippers
We gon' get us allergic to broke niggas
If you got it, you better flaunt it
You gotta make a nigga bad, make him really want it
And once you got him believin' that he gonna get it
I guarantee you he'll spend a little money on it
See, I'll shake a little bag for a nigga with them hundred stacks of diamonds
Have them hittin' the mall, comin' back with the product
Have them leavin' the stores with a bag full of gifts for me
This for my bitches, I can show you how to get money
My bitches, my bitches
I love my bitches
My bitches, my bitches
I love my bitches
Get it on the pole, get it on the pole, get it on the pole
She workin' that sick, yeah
Get it on the pole, get it on the pole, get it on the pole
Now she a get tryna fit
I love my bitches, I love my bitches
All my bitches, who about they riches?
Diamonds on they wristies, posin' for the pictures
Hair and nails did and they healed me, yeah
Feel so vicious
Gotta get the dough, gotta, gotta get the dough
It don't matter how you get it, girl, you get it and you go with it
Cost to hit it, better let a nigga know
Throw up your middle fingers if you killin' them other hoes
See, I don't know why them hoes tell lies
On that big talk, they barely gettin' by
I'm rollin' with twenty bitches and we lookin' hella fly
My get money bitches, we all certified
My bitches, my bitches
I love my bitches
My bitches, my bitches

I love my bitches
I want to get it on the pole, get it on the pole, get it on the pole
She workin' that sick, yeah
I want to get it on the pole, get it on the pole, get it on the pole
Now she a get money fit
Quit to ask nigga what you got for me
Cause bein' broke as a joke ain't funny
We drink nouveau and probably
The life of a boss bitch so lovely
I got the car keys, now he think he gon'
Me, nigga please
You ain't never gon' touch me
My bitches get money
*** niggas, get money
My bitches, my bitches
I love my bitches, my bitches
My bitches, I love my bitches
I want to get it on the pole, get it on the pole, get it on the pole
She workin' that sick, yeah
I want to get it on the pole, get it on the pole, get it on the pole
Now she a get money fit
Yeah, yeah, yeah