Shit ain’t funny hoe
Since I’m gettin money hoe
Game done changed
b#tches with they nose bloody hoe
I was f#ckin bummy hoes
Way before the money hoe
But he’s still fly like baby cash money hoe
Hit her with the thuggish ruggish bone
Hit that p#ss# harder than a crack rock made in my grandma’s home
Money never leave me alone
Weed smell right behind me
Shout my n#gg# URCE almost got caught for a hommy
Police right behind me so I drive rеal slow
When the weight in thе mothaf#ckin’ trunk lil hoe
Already know if the mothaf#ckin’ feds at my door
I don’t know a f#ckin’ thing about no street sh#t foe
HOE-LICE
HOE-LICE watch me clock my paper
I told my momma that I’m a gangsta
Imma get mine before they lay me down
The way I hustle, look the way I hustle
The way I hustle, look the way I hustle
I make it happen, I go hard yuh
Get it crackin’ yeah yeah I’m real
Stop cappin’ yeah I keep it trill
Get it crackin’ everyday I’m real
Card crackin’, scams, credit
I go hard, yeah (welcome to death row)
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