[Intro]
Yes! Gotta turn this shit up a lil' bit
That’s right, Mic check one
This one's for the ho's man, You know who you are bitch!
Check me out
[Chorus]
Yo whassup girl? Why you laughing?
Now you need me when I’m 'bout to my get cash in?
Yeah, I got some money, I'm tryna get it on
Yeah, you want some? Why don't you just spend ya own!
[Hook]
I be killin 'em, Boy I be killin 'em!
Fake hoes yeah, Boy I be killin 'em!
I be killin 'em, Boy I be killin ’em!
Fake hoes yeah!
[Verse 1]
She used to be a friend, Now I’m more like the enemy
This hoe can spread her legs wider than negativity
Will take you to heaven when she's above you
Giving top so good, Making ya dick look like a mushroom
If she wants to cop, I’ll take her to a Brillo shop
It's funny 'cause we never make it 'til pillow talk
What you crazy huh? I’m just tryna bone
If you think I need you, Well, then you're dead wrong!
30C's but an 'A' when she pops the bra
Lil' bitch moans better than Costa (AH)
Freaky all the time, Well I'm glad she knows me
Shawty ass looking fine like the peach emoji
She an animal, Prolly a Badger or a Mole
'Cause all she wanna do is dig fame and gold
Complaining all the time saying, “I don't wanna fight you,”
Well, I didn't even try, No man wants a bitch like you!
[Chorus]
Yo whassup girl? Why you laughing?
Now you need me when I'm 'bout to my get cash in?
Yeah, I got some money, I'm tryna get it on
Yeah, you want some? Why don't you just spend ya own!
[Hook]
I be killin 'em, Boy I be killin 'em!
Fake hoes yeah, Boy I be killin 'em!
I be killin 'em, Boy I be killin 'em!
Fake hoes yeah!
[Verse 2]
Man, She's not the type to bring to your parents
Talks shit on and on like a fucking parrot
Diamonds, chains, earrings for good hearing
Plays hard to get but twirls her hair for them karats!
Like, What the fuck is wrong with these bitches?
I can't believe I made a fucking song for these bitches
So get outta my way if you ain't strong and ambitious
Or if you wanna lose your fucking thong for them riches!
Yeah! I'm sorry if I'm being too harsh
Just feel the bars, Ya boys really playing it smart
If you relate to this ho, Maybe play your part
Cut the crap and be straight, Just keep it real from the start
You ain't gotta act rich to go broke for these ho's
It ain't safe, Just like sniffing coke with your foes
M.O.B for life, Just take Pac's advice
Keep ya eyes on the loot or you'll be paying the price!
[Chorus]
Yo whassup girl? Why you laughing?
Now you need me when I'm 'bout to my get cash in?
Yeah, I got some money, I'm tryna get it on
Yeah, you want some? Why don't you just spend ya own!
[Hook]
I be killing 'em, Boy I be killing 'em!
Fake hoes yeah, Boy I be killing 'em!
I be killing 'em, Boy I be killing 'em!
Fake hoes yeah!
Daddy's money don't make you rich, you broke ass bitch!
Yes! Gotta turn this shit up a lil' bit
That’s right, Mic check one
This one's for the ho's man, You know who you are bitch!
Check me out
[Chorus]
Yo whassup girl? Why you laughing?
Now you need me when I’m 'bout to my get cash in?
Yeah, I got some money, I'm tryna get it on
Yeah, you want some? Why don't you just spend ya own!
[Hook]
I be killin 'em, Boy I be killin 'em!
Fake hoes yeah, Boy I be killin 'em!
I be killin 'em, Boy I be killin ’em!
Fake hoes yeah!
[Verse 1]
She used to be a friend, Now I’m more like the enemy
This hoe can spread her legs wider than negativity
Will take you to heaven when she's above you
Giving top so good, Making ya dick look like a mushroom
If she wants to cop, I’ll take her to a Brillo shop
It's funny 'cause we never make it 'til pillow talk
What you crazy huh? I’m just tryna bone
If you think I need you, Well, then you're dead wrong!
30C's but an 'A' when she pops the bra
Lil' bitch moans better than Costa (AH)
Freaky all the time, Well I'm glad she knows me
Shawty ass looking fine like the peach emoji
She an animal, Prolly a Badger or a Mole
'Cause all she wanna do is dig fame and gold
Complaining all the time saying, “I don't wanna fight you,”
Well, I didn't even try, No man wants a bitch like you!
[Chorus]
Yo whassup girl? Why you laughing?
Now you need me when I'm 'bout to my get cash in?
Yeah, I got some money, I'm tryna get it on
Yeah, you want some? Why don't you just spend ya own!
[Hook]
I be killin 'em, Boy I be killin 'em!
Fake hoes yeah, Boy I be killin 'em!
I be killin 'em, Boy I be killin 'em!
Fake hoes yeah!
[Verse 2]
Man, She's not the type to bring to your parents
Talks shit on and on like a fucking parrot
Diamonds, chains, earrings for good hearing
Plays hard to get but twirls her hair for them karats!
Like, What the fuck is wrong with these bitches?
I can't believe I made a fucking song for these bitches
So get outta my way if you ain't strong and ambitious
Or if you wanna lose your fucking thong for them riches!
Yeah! I'm sorry if I'm being too harsh
Just feel the bars, Ya boys really playing it smart
If you relate to this ho, Maybe play your part
Cut the crap and be straight, Just keep it real from the start
You ain't gotta act rich to go broke for these ho's
It ain't safe, Just like sniffing coke with your foes
M.O.B for life, Just take Pac's advice
Keep ya eyes on the loot or you'll be paying the price!
[Chorus]
Yo whassup girl? Why you laughing?
Now you need me when I'm 'bout to my get cash in?
Yeah, I got some money, I'm tryna get it on
Yeah, you want some? Why don't you just spend ya own!
[Hook]
I be killing 'em, Boy I be killing 'em!
Fake hoes yeah, Boy I be killing 'em!
I be killing 'em, Boy I be killing 'em!
Fake hoes yeah!
Daddy's money don't make you rich, you broke ass bitch!
( KVN )
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