The Manual

Yeah, yeah, yeah

You talk too much shit

You know **** always talkin' 'bout bitches ain't shit

Money over bitches

We give all our money to the bitches any fuckin' way

(I love my bitch)

So I'ma send some love out to the bitches

Holla

Shit, here's somethin' to remember

When we met that day in September

But you've been gone sine November

Had to finish out yo' last college semester

Her major, brokerage investor

She probably go broke tryin' to  invest her

Time and money in somethin' that she calls love

'Cause she love fuckin' with thug ****

That always gets high and had to be drug dealer

Eventually, she hooked up with some hood bitches

The hood bitches turned her onto strippin'

Now the gettin' is good and it's well understood

That money on the wood can make things get harder

Be glad I'm not a pimp, if I was I'd charge ya

But for all that you go through, just thought I'd let you know

Hoes need love, too, I'm fuckin' with you

**** need to read the manual

To separate your housewife from a hoe

'Cause there's no rules to this shit here

Am I makin' myself clear?

What she don't know won't hurt at all

So keep big pimpin' on the low

'Cause there's no rules to what I do

And I know, hoes need love, too

You know what they say right?

Bitches ain't shit

And all men are dogs 'cause we just wanna fuck

Sundown to sunup, one up on a hoe

I might go down on the low, that's just me though

From LAX to Heathrow

I'm one of them **** that really doesn't  need no introduction

When I met her she was 'girl-interrupted'

Grew up became a woman, not to be trusted

Frustrated and flustered

Livin' amongst these thieves, hoes, and hustlers

I'm diggin' what's next

She had a studio apartment in the project

With her and her girl from DC, used to bus checks

And hold the coke her **** ain't sold yet

In hope the cops don't know about all this

Shit, for all that you go through

Just wanna let you know, hoes need love, too

**** need to read the manual

To separate your housewife from a hoe

'Cause there's no rules to this shit here

Am I makin' myself clear?

What she don't know won't hurt at all

So keep big pimpin' on the low

'Cause there's no rules to what I do

And I know, hoes need love, too

Fake nails, fake breasts, fake eyes, too

It's oh-four and that's kinda what we're used to

But you don't holla back like you used to

But I ain't mad at ya

I'm happy for a bitch, ever if I can't have her

I remember when you was down in Atlanta workin' gentlemen's clubs

And you didn't even know what a gentleman was

Forty to love and I wanna serve

That body like Serene's with less curves

But actions speak louder than words

And you gettin' your money mami every month, fifteenth and first

Shit could be worst, you could be in a struggle

Or born with no ass and have nothin' to hustle

Go on, flex your muscle, 'cause that ain't the case, is it?

Go on, get your paper, keep flossin' on these bitches

'Cause all that you go through, just thought I'd let you know

Hoes need love, too, I'm fuckin' with you

**** need to read the manual

To separate your housewife from a hoe

'Cause there's no rules to this shit here

Am I makin' myself clear?

What she don't know won't hurt at all

So keep big pimpin' on the low

'Cause there's no rules to what I do

And I know, hoes need love, too

**** need to read the manual

To separate your housewife from a hoe

'Cause there's no rules to this shit here

Am I makin' myself clear?

What she don't know won't hurt at all

So keep big pimpin' on the low

'Cause there's no rules to what I do

And I know, hoes need love, too

Yeah, Rule