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Hoe Money

 

Hoe Money

(album: Bad Kid From The 4 - 2020)


I can't give a fucking hoe money (Go, go)
Young nigga, need mo' money
Remember days, it was real sunny
I remember days, I was real bummy
Counting cash, I be counting these bucks
Bitch fat, she need her tummy tucked
If I think you buying, then you know I'ma up
Good drank in a double cup

Free my niggas that got out a cup
Damn, my niggas in jail getting tatted up
Feel like the Migos, nigga, add it up
Don't fuck with these rappers, or they managers
I'm seventeen, I might go to Canada
I'm tryna be high as fuck in Canada
These niggas talk all on the interwebs
Yo car dusty, it got spider webs
Pockets they fat, and they look like 10KKev
I'm smoking on dope nigga, I don't do meth
Fuck with the gang, put yo head on a shelf
Been in this shit nigga, I don't need help
You keep hating on me, you need help
Designer jeans sagging, I don't need a belt
That's how I was born, so I ride by myself
If shit get real, just stay to yourself
I ride with a Glock, nigga I'm not by myself
Too much money, nigga, I might rob myself
I think my 'lil Glock need a silencer
Them hollow tipped bullets gon' silence ya
My bitch mean, she got a bipolar system
You ain't nothing but a hoe, a damn victim
Acting sweet nigga, it ain't none of that
I'm not finna play, nigga, gimme that
When I skirt off, I'm like "Where my partner at?"
I think that's him right there in the Pontiac
These niggas been snitching and y'all know that
Niggas be snitching, and y'all be blowing
That pistol on me, and I'm blowing
I'ma get up there, keep growing
I'm smoking on dope nigga, I ain't growing
Hi-Tec in my hand nigga, [?]
Bitch get the blunt nigga, and she choking
I don't like 'Addys, but I'm focused
Like G Herbo, I'm rolling
Car smell like weed, I gotta notice

I can't give a fucking hoe money (Go, go)
Young nigga, need mo' money
Remember days, it was real sunny
I remember days, I was real bummy
Counting cash, I be counting these bucks
Bitch fat, she need her tummy tucked
If I think you buying, then you know I'ma up
Good drank in a double cup
I can't give a fucking hoe money (Go, go)
Young nigga, need mo' money
Remember days, it was real sunny
I remember days, I was real bummy
Counting cash, I be counting these bucks
Bitch fat, she need her tummy tucked
If I think you buying, then you know I'ma up
Good drank in a double cup

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