That's My Bitch
 作词 : Kanye West/Shawn Carter/Kamaal Fareed/James Brown/Bobby Byrd/Ronald Lenhoff/Jeremiah Lordan/Justin Vernon/Jeff Bhasker
 作曲 : Kanye West/Shawn Carter/Kamaal Fareed/James Brown/Bobby Byrd/Ronald Lenhoff/Jeremiah Lordan/Justin Vernon/Jeff Bhasker
Uh, hello, can I speak to uh uh
Yeah, you know who you are, look
You had no idea what ya dealing with
Something on some of this realest sh*t
Pop champagne, I'll give you a sip
'Bout to go dumb:‘how come?’
Yeah, that's my *****, that's my *****
Sh-shorty right there? That's my *****
That's my *****

I've been waiting for a long long time
Just to get off (Yeah)and throw my hands up high
And live my life and live my life
Just to get off and throw my hands up high
I paid for them *******, get your own
It ain't safe in the city, watch the throne
She say I care more about them basquions
Basquiats, she learning a new word, it's 'yacht'
Blew the world up as soon as I hit the club with her
Too Short called, told me I fell in love with her
Seat by actors, ball players and drug dealers
And some lesbians that never loved n*ggas
Twisted love story, True Romance
Mary Magdalene from a pole dance
I'm a freak, huh, rock star life
The second girl with us, that's our wife
Hey, boys and girls, I got a new riddle
Who's the new old perv that's tryna play second fiddle?
No disrespect, I'm not tryna belittle
But my d*ck worth money, I put Monie in the middle
I've been waiting for a long, long time
Where she at? In the middle
Just to get off and throw my hands up high
And live my life and live my life
Just to get off and throw my hands up high, high, high, high
Swilling little licks and mixes 'til mornin'
I'm yearnin', Ooh, yeah
Could I maybe have another dab of your potion?
Stop motion, Ooh, yeah
Go harder than a n*gga for a n*gga, go figure
Told me keep my own money if we ever did split up
How could somethin' so gangsta be so pretty in pictures?
Ripped jeans and a blazer and some Louboutin slippers
Uh, Picasso was alive he woulda made her
That's right, *****, Mona Lisa can't fade her
I mean Marilyn Monroe, she is quite nice
But why all the pretty icons always all white?
Put some colored girls in the MOMA
Half these broads ain't got nothing on Willona
Don't make me bring Thelma in it
Bring Halle, bring Penélope and Salma in it, uh
Back to my Beyoncés
You deserve three stacks, word to André
Call Larry Gagosian, you belong in museums
You belong in vintage clothes crushing the whole building
You belong with n!ggas who used to be known for **** dealing
You too **** for any of those civilians
Now shot, children, stop looking at her ****
Get ya own dog, ya heard? That's my *****
I've been waiting for a long, long time
Just to get off and throw my hands up high
And live my life and live my life
Just to get off and throw my hands up high, high, high, high