Lyrics:
'bout?
All y'all busta' ass niggas
I'm addicted to money
Oh I gotta have it
Ooo I gotta grab it
Hustle real hard, gotta stack that cabbage
I'm
can't even be fake with a hoe or a bitch
Got'em biting off my style duplicating my fits
I take it as a compliment (I ain't mad)
Balenciaga boots (yeah I
her)
Fine she a dime showin off (I fucked her)
Caught her at the club by the deal for real
Ask to what it is and she let her nigga trill (YEAHRRR)
your ex hoe
Aye you know you what you kind of right
Aye lets go to the studio for this one
Fuck it lets go
I think I got something
Aye, look, aye, aye
break it down betta shake a booty
And hoes and the hoe with the real tight clothes
One time for the gang with the ying yang twins
We already know we off
a hit and then pass it
That's how we do it when we roll down grass shit
It's guaranteed everytime we get hoe's
I play on my guitar, puff loud through
the mattress
Real dope boy for the money get active
I keep stepping on light
I'm a muthafuckin smash it
Laws get behind me I hope I don't crash it
And I know I
hoe fell in love with it
Yo hoe get real low with it
Yo hoe get real low with it
Lil hoe watch how I go with
Watch how I go with it
Lil hoe walk out
Yeah BME hoe
Yeah Lil' Jon hoe
Yeah Big Sam hoe
Yeah Lil Bo' hoe
Check dis out right (yeah, yeah)
I think a lot of y'all muthafuckas forgot who
I'm lying to that hoe
He ain't got no money, uh
He keep trying to keep up, can't flex with me
It's a real hunger
Trying to do everything I do
You
I keep wondering why this hoe keep calling my phone yea
Hoe leave me lone
I don’t want yo ass no no yea
I don’t want you
This hoe keep playing on my
on my dick
And the hoe want to ride it
I got scopes that are deadly like strokes when I roll by
Everybody sayin' hi, I'm not knowin' why
All up in
ain't this a bitch.
Your just trying to keep a nigga from coming up and shit.
It won't happen hoe,
Because I got get my friends and they're all powerful.
Trust a Motherfucking Hoe
I keep it real one hunnid, they don't show u no loving
U give u get nothing, this shit seem so unlucky
It's complicated baby
know me on IG, you don't know the real me
That bitch had said she out my league, hoe you gon' feel me
I gotta keep that glock on me, can't lil Tim me
Talking bout, we be at the real
Alright, tell that hoe I did that
Alright, tell that hoe I did that
Go, talk about a big get money
Got a million in each
bitches takin
whatever we want, see she want with the fakin
It's real in the field, no mistakin
And crack the little bitch, yeah she Jamaican
Time and time
And we began making, breaking bitches taking
Whatever we want, see she want with the faking
It's real in the field, no mistaking
And crack the little
Yeah! BME hoe! Yeah! A Lil' Jon hoe!
Yeah! A Big Sam hoe! Yeah! A Lil Bo' hoe!
Check dis out right
I think a lot of y'all muthafuckas
Don' forgot who
cruise,
Take em out all dressed, is the realest true niggas in the ATL
Yeah we break it down betta shake a booty
And hoes and the hoe with the real
cruise,
Take em out all dressed, is the realest true niggas in the ATL
Yeah we break it down betta shake a booty
And hoes and the hoe with the real
cruise,
Take em out all dressed, is the realest true niggas in the ATL
Yeah we break it down betta shake a booty
And hoes and the hoe with the real
by the hour
Lyte is rhymin, perfect timin
Milk keeps the beat (I keep the beat)
With the tap of his feet (With the tap of my feet)
When he count it
still but her ass keeps movin
Ass keeps clapping pray to God I don't lose it
O-m-g straight gerping off poison
Frisco ball cap skating on Jordan's
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