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After hours, ****, late night creep, ****
Better get ya motherfucking weight up, ****
We finna go play with them hoes
Money 17
Boy, how much you really making? Cut the shit and stop the faking
Bake a ****, now he bacon, scrambled eggs, we breakfast making
All these **** think they Satan, save it, ****, why you playing?
He look dead, look how he laying, switch the subject, fuck it, man
Pull up doing the best I can, intelligence is dominant
Every time I smoke a blunt, I reminisce my innocence
Nowadays, I flip and break a fit a little bit too quick
I tried to be more rational, but my pride ain't having it
I don't know what else to do, you come for me, I fear for you
Fuck him, her and you and you, I give no fuck 'bout any fool
Look at you, you dressed in jewels, but what you bring is silly, dude
I'ma keep it real and true, but know your place and keep it cool
Five on the dot
Eyes on the twat
Eyes on a thot
Her eyes on my knots (Money)
Two in the mornin'
Who tryna bone?
Who tryna joan? (Train)
Crew made of stone
Racks after racks (Money)
Blunt after blunt (Jeffery)
Cunt after cunt (Bitches)
Stunt after stunt
****, yeen gotta ask
Know I got them packs
Clients turn to rats
That's why I don't sell jack
Okay, I walk in a bank, bitch, my cup full of drank
When my nose get runny, bitch, I got a Louie hank
We ain't pouring out the bottle, bitch, we pouring out the pint
All these fucking diamonds on me, could've bought a fucking Wraith
But I said, "Fuck that shit", I got a mil in the safe
For you **** playing pussy, bitch, I'm coming where you lay
Bitch, I went to jail, bonded out, got out clean slate
Told all my hoes, don't come home if yeen got my cake (Money)
Bankroll Rico pimp ya fucking bae
Took ya hoe to the bay, she selling pussy by the lake
All my hoes, yeah, they get at least 10k for a day
Bitch, they breaking all you sugar daddies every damn day
Ass in my hand
Slaying gussy, flaying
Rope around your wrist
Tan mini van
It's four thirty and I'm Dirty Dan
Unsanitary, bands hit the fan
****, five in the AM
Don't give a damn
Uh, here we go again
Red bull and gin
****, gone like the wind
Left with her friend
Never talked again
Hundreds don't bend, ****
He thought he could pull my bitch, but uh-uh, I think not
There's a difference in my texture, my ****, that you ain't got
He say Debbie is the wifey, but squad know she a thot
I'ma tell you what I'm not about to do is sit and rot
Ay, every day, I pull up andalé without a damn delay
Hold up, wait, what the fuck you say? We headed towards your way
Ridgeway, Kirby Parkway, hit the state escape
Yo bitch wanna set a date, I threw that shit the other way
I threw this bitch the other way, I got bitches on layaway
He say that she a runaway, she tryna make a 100k
She selling in my hideaway, just pulled up in my driveway
I'ma send her outside through the fucking walkway
Every day, bitch pregnant ain't gon give a **** leeway
All my hoes gon' keep on foreplay, she'll suck it in a store way
Bitch, I'm high, speeding on the highway, blow a check, bitch, this shit my way
Drop my hoe off in my stingray, bitch, I pull up, it's a replay, bitch
Five on the dot
Eyes on the twat
Eyes on a thot
Her eyes on my knots (Money)
Two in the mornin'
Who tryna bone?
Who tryna joan? (Train)
Crew made of stone
Racks after racks (Money)
Blunt after blunt (Jeffery)
Cunt after cunt (Bitches)
Stunt after stunt
****, yeen gotta ask
Know I got them packs
Clients turn to rats
That's why I don't sell jack
Written by: Jeffery Peter
