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