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