That's My Bitch Lyrics - Watch The Throne - Kanye West And Jay-z

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 shit 

Pop champagne yeah I'll give you a sip 

'Bout to go dumb how come, 

Yeah, that's my bitch 

That's my bitch, sh-shorty right there 

That's my bitch, that's my bitch 

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 

I paid for them titties, get your own 

It ain't safe in the city, watch the throne 

You say I care more about them Basquion's, Basquiats 

She learning a new word, its 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" 

Seen by actors, ball players and drug dealers 

And some lesbians that never loved niggas 

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 dick 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 

Silly little vixen, mixes 'til morning 

I'm yearning, oh, yeah 

Swear you never strolled on a bottle of that potion 

Stop motion, ooh, yeah 

Go harder than a nigga for a nigga go figure 

Told me "keep my own money" if we ever did split up 

How can somethin' so gangsta be so pretty in pictures? 

With jeans and a blazer and some Louboutin slippers 

Uh, 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 Willona 

Don't make me bring Thelma in it 

Bring Halle, bring Penélope and Salma in it 

Back to my Beyonces 

You deserve three stacks for the Andre 

Call Larry Gagosian, you belong in museums 

You belong in Vintage clothes watching the whole building 

You belong with niggas who used to be known for dope dealing 

You too dope for any of those civilians 

Now shoot trigga, stop looking at her tits 

Get ya own dog ya heard 

That's my bitch 

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