Yeah, yeah, yeah, you talk too much You niggaz always talkin bout bitches ain't shit Money over We give all our money to the bitches any way I my bitch, so I'ma send some love out to the bitches, holla
Shit, here's to remember When we met day in September But, you've been gone since Had to finish out yo' last semester
Her major, investor She go broke tryin' to invest her Time and money in somethin that she love 'Cause, she love with thug niggaz
That alwasy get and had to be drug dealers Eventually, she hooked up with hood bitches The hood bitches her on to strippin' Now the, gettin' is good and it's understood
That money on the wood can make things get Be glad I'm not a pimp, if I was I'd ya But for all that you go through, thought I'd let you know Hoes love too, I'm fuckin' witchu
need to read the manual To separate your from a hoe 'Cause there's no to this shit here Am I myself clear?
What she know won't hurt her y'all So big pimpin' on the low 'Cause there's no rules to I do And I know, hoes love too
You know what they say right? ain't shit And all men are 'cause we just wanna fuck to sun up, one up on a hoe I might go down on the low, just me though
L A X to Heathrow, I'm one of them niggaz That really doesn't need no, I met her she was "Girl, Interrupted" Grew up became a not to be trusted
Frustrated and flustered, amongst These thieves hoes and hustlers, I'm diggin next She had a apartment in the projects With her and her from D.C. used to bus checks
And hold the coke, her niggaz ain't yet In hopes the don't know about all this Shit, for all that you go Just let you know, hoes need love too
Niggaz need to the manual To separate your from a hoe 'Cause there's no to this shit here Am I makin' myself
she don't know won't hurt her y'all So big pimpin' on the low 'Cause there's no to what I do And I know, hoes love too
nails, fake breasts, fake eyes too It's O four, and kinda what we used to But you don't holla back like you used to, but I mad at cha I'm happy for a bitch, if I can't have her
I when you was down in Atlanta Workin clubs and you didn't even know what a gentlemen was Forty to and I wanna serve That body Serena's with less curves
But actions speak louder than And you gettin' money, mami every month, 15th and 1st Shit could be worse, you be in the struggle Or born with no ass and nothin' to hustle
Go on flex your muscle, 'cause ain't the case is it? Go on get paper keep flossin' on these bitches for all that you go through Just I'd let you know, hoes need love too, I'm fuckin' witchu
Niggaz need to read the To separate housewife from a hoe 'Cause no rules to this shit here Am I makin' myself
What she don't know won't hurt her So big pimpin' on the low there's no rules to what I do And I know, hoes need too
Niggaz need to the manual To your housewife from a hoe there's no rules to this shit here Am I makin' clear?
What she don't won't hurt her y'all So keep big on the low 'Cause there's no rules to I do And I know, need love too
Ha ha ha, yeah,