Confessions

What you did last summer, I fucked four hoes I ain't even know Treat 'em like my main yeah, took them bitches souls Add 'em to my collection and then I hit the road I done got some confessions, I think they need be told I done started changin' my hoes like clothes I was fuckin' two friends and they didn't know Yeah these bitches actin' like niggas, they switchin' roles So I'm on the road, paper chasin', I hit and go Took every single one of my bitches, I put 'em in the same room I can't let nan' one of the bitches here think I'm a lame Fucked a bitch first time I met her, I ain't even know her name Hit from the back, sippin' on drank, blowin' her brain We just smoked all the gas, she want some more-ore I know a "grower" grower She wanna "know 'em" know 'em These hoes be goin' goin' And if that bitch ever say that she for you, you better not listen How you gon' say that you real with me but you playin' your nigga? If I hit it, ion remember All these hoes they simple I done fucked her friend, I done fucked around got caught She ain't cuss me out, she pulled up just to give me that mouth What is you thinkin' about I'm thinkin' 'bout money, I'm thinkin' a lot I can't wife me no thot They only show love when u payin' em out Bad lil bitch walked in, she came with a bag with extra clothes No phone, know what goin' on Yeah, I done started changin' my hoes like clothes I was fuckin' two friends and they didn't know Yeah these bitches actin' like niggas, they switchin' roles So I'm on the road, paper chasin', I hit and go What you did last summer, I fucked four hoes I ain't even know Treat 'em like my main yeah, took them bitches souls Add 'em to my collection and then I hit the road I done got some confessions, I think they need be told I done started changin' my hoes like clothes I was fuckin' two friends and they didn't know Yeah these bitches actin' like niggas, they switchin' roles So I'm on the road, paper chasin', I hit and go I like 'em brown, no pink toe Eastside bitch went to Rinfroe Westside bitch 'cuz the headstrong South side bitch got good throat I'll fuck her, I'll fuck her kinfolk Play the lil bitch like 'Tendo Treat her like a main so I'm still gon' spend on it Fuck bad luck, umbrella in the penthouse Red, blue, Prada shoes Helmut Lang, Vera Wang, bought my bitch some Jimmy Choo She still want Dior shoes I'm on the beach with a bitch, we pourin' Clicquot After I hit the city, know that I'm fuckin' a new hoe Get that head then I'm gone, tryna find me like Nemo In the crib smokin' green, I'm feelin' like Cee-Lo Baby ask around, that nigga ain't playin' bout C-Notes Glock with the aim, don't need no beam Takin' his bitch and I made her cream Told her I'm ballin', he G-League He ain't ballin', he cheer lead Treat all my hoes like the main squeeze He hate on hoes, that's crazy I rather go get that paper, daily What you did last summer, I fucked four hoes I ain't even know Treat 'em like my main yeah, took them bitches souls Add 'em to my collection and then I hit the road I done got some confessions, I think they need be told I done started changin' my hoes like clothes I was fuckin' two friends and they didn't know Yeah these bitches actin' like niggas, they switchin' roles So I'm on the road, paper chasin', I hit and go