Released: June 1, 2016

Songwriter: Bodega Bamz

Producer: A.CHAL

[Verse 1]
How you move that, girl?
Your body paid for so how you move that, girl?
Got a man, got a side, got a soon to be a weddin'
Went to Egypt for your cotton and got the Cleopatra beddin'
Post pics with the don, make you popular
Only do it ‘cause a nigga wanna pop it off
East side till I die, got a bitch from the Heights
Fuck a nigga in the car ‘cause the crib too far, what?
What? Setting on private
Brung a vibrator, left my celly on silent
Pussy cat walk but you kill 'em with kindness
Wanna be an idol, I can be your Simon
Wanna be an idol, I can be your Simon
Wanna be an idol, I can be your Simon
Girl, you look good, won't you back that?
Won't you back that? Won't you back that? What?
Girl, you look good, won't you back that up?
Won't you back that up? Won't you back that? Huh?

[Hook]
Love bitches, love bitches, love bitches
Love bitches, love bitches, love bitches
Good bitches, bad bitches, thug bitches
All bitches, I do it all for my bitches
Love bitches, love bitches, love bitches
Love bitches, love bitches, love bitches
Good bitches, bad bitches, thug bitches
All bitches, I do it all for my bitches

[Verse 2]
I had a bitch from Queens, Jamaican pus
She talked Patois when I ate the pus
Boogie down Broad, love to give headaches
Fucked her so good she said, "I died and went to Heaven"
Pussy so wet, a nigga wave ridin'
I'ma die in the pussy, take a great bite, so amazed by it
Buy it, never have
If I gotta pay for pussy then a nigga ain't the man
The wife call me, "Papi," niggas call me, "Bamz"
Raised on the East, el jefe of the Tan
It's simple, I love bitches

[Hook]
Love bitches, love bitches, love bitches
Love bitches, love bitches, love bitches
Good bitches, bad bitches, thug bitches
All bitches, I do it all for my bitches
Love bitches, love bitches, love bitches
Love bitches, love bitches, love bitches
Good bitches, bad bitches, thug bitches
All bitches, I do it all for my bitches

[Outro]
3,000! For this dick, nigga!
That dick - every stroke is 200,000!
Every stroke! So times that to 3,000, nigga
That's how many times I pumped her, nigga!
After that I act like I nutted, I'm taking that money, nigga
I'm out, nigga! My dick getting hard!
Hard! Like a fucking Regents test, nigga
I never passed my Regents, nigga!
I paid for my high school diploma
Fuck, nigga
I love paying for pussy!

Bodega Bamz

Papi. Young Don. El Rey. Whatever you call him, Bodega Bamz is a major influence in New York’s underground rap scene. Born on March 17th, 1985 as Nathaniel de la Rosa, his ethnic background is half Dominican and half Puerto Rican. Bodega Bamz constantly reps Spanish Harlem in his own sub-genre of Latin Trap.

Bamz’s brother, Ohla, is a vital part of his life and career. He plays a role in the creative process of most of Bamz’s music, as well as the corporate side of things. “My brother, my manager, everything.”

For most of his childhood, Bamz wasn’t allowed to listen to hardcore rap. His exposure to the genre grew thanks to his cousin, Ace, who had a wide collection of rap CDs. In high school, Bamz began battle rapping. A popular hobby at the time, it was his defining moment as a rapper. However, he started to take music much more seriously when he became a father.