Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser
Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser
Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser
Trash like to fuck for forty dollars in the club
Top notch hoes get the most, not the less
Top, top notch hoes get the most, not the less
Top, top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser
Trash like to fuck for forty dollars in the club
[Verse 2]
I stay in pimp mode, got fifty zip codes, like pimpin' Ken
In a 300, in a Biarritz, Bentley or Benz
They've been feedin' you chicken dinners, it's time for you to win
I got room for one more horse in my stable, you should come in
Trash like to fuck for forty dollars in the club
And the **** standin' diamond now, yeah, you can't fuck with us
Workin' with what I've been through is about, did you know what it was?
Time to get high off dollar signs, we don't need no drugs
Those top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser
You just think it's pimpin', you gon' end up on the stretcher
King of the Ghetto Entertainment
Rap-A-Lot, MTM Records
We did good on our own, but it's more money if we're together
[Verse 3]
Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser
Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser
Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser
Trash like to fuck for forty dollars in the club
Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser
Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser
Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser
Trash like to fuck for forty dollars in the club
[Verse 4]
My mama used to tell me 'bout these
Renegade-ass bitches in these streets
You need direction, baby, I'll provide protection, baby
If it's just you and me, no need to start undressin', baby
'Cause I don't want your body, I want what your body bring
I never been a gigalo, baby, I'm about that change
Catch me in a candy blue thang when I'm in the turnin' lane
I don't fuck with Reggie Miller, it's designer douja burnin', mane
My residence is Texas, Mo City my block
I can pass in every section, I can kick it in any spot
I'm rollin' behind tint, and if the coppers harass
Man, just tell 'em I'm runnin' with J-Rich
And put your foot back on the gas
[Verse 5]
Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser
Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser
Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser
Trash like to fuck for forty dollars in the club
Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser
Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser
Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser
Trash like to fuck for forty dollars in the club
[Verse 6]
Sunday morning I'm pullin' out my bitch, I'm lookin' good
Nothing but diamonds around my neck
And around my wrists, I'm lookin' good
What it is, what it is
Double-breasted, tailor made, I'm Versace down to the floor
And it don't matter if you step on my wingtip shoes
'Cause I'ma just go buy me some more
What it is, what it is
Look, homie, I'm feelin' larger than life
Just because I'm able to provide for my daughter tonight
I went to sleep on the bench, but I woke up on a king size
Now every day of my life, I see so many green guys
[Verse 7]
Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser
Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser
Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser
Trash like to fuck for forty dollars in the club
Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser
Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser
Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser
Trash like to fuck for forty dollars in the club
Written by: Z-Ro
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