I was just a five when I was five Raising cane, I spit in your eyeThe times are changing, now the poor get back But the beaver's gonna catch you when the bitch gets backEven on a Friday, that's alright Even like on a Saturday nightI can bitch the best that your social do's I get high in the evenings if it pops a blueI'm a bitch, I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch in your backSome call it sober, as a matter of fact I can bitch, I can bitch, cause I'm better than youIt's the way that I move, the day that I doI'm entertained by picking brainsI'm entertained by picking brainsSell my soul by dropping names I don't like those, my God, what's that?Oh, it's fooling out the habits when the bitch gets backOh, oh, ohI'm a bitch, I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch in your backSome call it sober, as a matter of factI'm a bitch, I'm a bitch, cause I'm better than youIt's the way that I move, the day that I doOh, ooohI'm a bitch, I'm a bitch, I'm a bitchin' bagSo cold, so poor, as a matter of factI can bitch, I can bitch, cause I'm better than youIt's the way that I move, the things that I doBitch, bitch, the bitchin' bagBitch, bitch, the bitchin' bagBitch, bitch, the bitchin' bagIt's the way that I moveBitch, bitch, the bitchin' bagThe things that I doIt's the way that I move