Chillin' With My Bitch Lyrics

T.i. - Chillin' With My Bitch Lyrics

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Chillin' With My Bitch Lyrics

[Intro]

Dig pimp... I'ma holla at y'all in a minute, I'm finna go change clothes mayne

go get real spiffy mayne, go kick it with my broad, I'ma holla atchall later..



[Verse 1]

I left the kids at the crib, and the squad in the trap

Now I'm in the two-seater with my broad in my lap

The alpines beatin', but I'm far away from rappin'

Bumpin' Prince, Sade, or some Marvin Gaye perhaps, I

Put up my blues, put on some tailor made slacks

Some wing tip shoes, whachu know about that?(Ha)

Button down, cufflinks, hair cut, no hat(Yeah)

Just felt like gettin' clean and show I know how to act

At Neiman & Marcus let my girl blow three or four stacks

Gotta forever to cut the food, and damn I'm relaxed(Chillin)

In a real cool mood, no beef, no gats

But there real close by, niggaz better know that



(Chorus) [Jazze Pha]

I ain't hangin' with my niggaz, pullin' no triggaz

I'll be back to the trap, but for now

I'm chillin' with my bitch today, I'm chillin' with my bitch today

I ain't hangin' with my potnaz, I'm out eatin' lobster

I'm on some grown man shit, ya dig

I'm chillin' with my bitch today, I'm chillin' with my bitch today



[Verse 2]

This shit look hard, no drama from none of my baby mama's

With my hottie, takin' shots of Saki at Bennihannas

Known to kick it like we riches, like Sky Richie and Madonna

Or either Will and Jada, on vacation for the summer

Me and my lil' mama, blowin' big as we wanna

Gotta big sack of some of that shit from California

A bottle of Patron and a six pack of Corona

Dro aroma got the six hot and steamin' like a sauna

So I let the top back and I bend anotha corner

Check into the W, so I can put it on her

Got the suite for a week, but we can stay a lil' longer

I ain't trippin', that's the shit that make relationships stronger



[Chorus] - repeat



(Hook)

Tonight I'm gon chill with my lady friend

She the type to keep a nigga open

I'm chillin' with my bitch today



(Verse 3)

I left the stress in the streets and I'm a long way from home

Put up the vest and the chrome, even threw away with my phone

My potnaz don't wanna be on the shit that I'm on mayne

Livin' life and kickin' it like a grown man

Sittin' in the sand, drinkin' pina coladas

With a double shot of rum, just chillin' right by the water

No judges, no lawyers, in a whole 'nother world

Just a bottle and this O a dro, blowin' with my girl



[Chorus] - repeat



Repeat [Hook]