Jay-Z & Kanye West - That's My Bitch Lyrics

(KW)
Hello can I speak to uh, uh, yeah you know who you are
Look, you have no idea what you’re dealin’ with
Something something real as shit
Pop champagne, I’ll give you a sip
'bout to go dumb, how come
Yeah, that’s my bitch
That’s my bitch
Shorty right there, that’s my bitch
That’s my bitch

(Hook)
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

(KW)
I paid for them titties, get your own
It ain’t safe in the city, watch the throne
She said I care more about them Baquiones
Basquiat’s, she learning the new word is yacht
Blew the world up 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 love niggas
Twisted love story, true romance
Mary Magdalene from a pole dance
I’m a freak, huh… Rock star life
That 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 dick worth money, I put Monie in the middle
Where she at? In the middle

(Hook)

(JZ)
Go harder than a nigga for a nigga, gofigure
Told me keep my own money if we ever did split up
How could someone so gangsta be so pretty in pictures
Ripped jeans and a blazer and some Louboutin slippers
Picasso was alive he woulda made her
That’s right nigga, Mona Lisa can’t fade her
I mean Marilyn Monroe, she’s 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 Wyldna
Don’t make me bring Thelma in it
Bring Halle, Bring Penelope and Selma in it
Back to my Beyoncés, you deserve three stacks word to Andre
Call Larry Gagosian
You belong in museums, you belong in vintage clothes crushing the whole building
You belong with niggas who used to be known for dope dealin’
You too dope for any of those civilians
Now shoo children, stop lookin’ at her tits
Get your own dog, ya heard
That’s my bitch

(Hook)

(KW)
You have no idea what you’r edealin’ with
Something something real as shit
Pop champagne, I’ll give you a sip
Yeah, that’s my bitch
That’s my bitch
Shorty right there, that’s my bitch
That’s my bitch