1000 Bitches - Lunar C, Dream Mclean

Trade in my soul

I’m a slave to that dough

Fuck it, pay me

I don’t want no fame

I’m on a low budget

Make what I own

Get out my face

I don’t owe nothing

Trade in my soul

I’m a slave to that dough

Fuck it

Thousand bitches, thousand bitches

Girls everywhere, I’m tryna take a couple of 'em home

Sailor Jerry’s got me slurring like a motherfucker though

A thousand bitches, quick put them in a row

I’ve gotta be up in the morning to shoot a fucking video

Nah, I can never fuck a thousand bitches

Cause I always fucking cum in about 6 minutes

But I get the job done, don’t doubt it

Mr. Fantastic, Stretch Armstrong, Dhalsim did it

Bitch I ain’t swapping digits

My mind stay on my business

I ain’t misogynistic, I’ve just got a lot of bitches

Been everybody’s demons

Now I’m seeking my inner peace

I want five Latin wives and three from the Philippines

I just hope I don’t die before they legalise weed and polygamy

I’m starting to get a hard-on

She said «what?

I beg your pardon?»

I said «bitch, are you retarded?»

«What you doing in the V.I.P with all these artists?

You ain’t talent scouting,

you want hard dick»

Although I’m ugly somehow I got women

Don’t want me?

I’m putting it down to my lyrics

I jump in the crowd and they gripping my penis or ripping my jeans,

I’ve got hundreds and thousands of bitches