Money in the hoes

Money in the hoes

Mama tryna tell me slow down

But she don't know I'm off the pho now

The bitches sniff n' blow now 'fore they go down

So every time I think 'bout pressing on the brakes, I think 'bout what I got to lose and I chose to accelerate

I'm feelin' great now

Cup of vodka to the face now

Couple hours, hawk n' vomit in your vase

Tell ya momma: "clean the place up."

I'm why they made sluts

I get my nut n' go, I don't settle for pay cuts

Ingestin' substance; my favorite way to function

They boostin' the boost production to fuel my lava consumption, but the kush got me

My bitch clean, but she suck sloppy

Only got her 'cause she fuck properly, fuck

But I need that, weed got me on relapse

The block hotter than the spot where the feins nap

So I split the swish n' hit the bitch n' that shit afterwards

Cash involved, I'm runnin' in 'til my caskets closed shut

I'm from a city where they'll never hear the bullets 'til they hit 'em in they back, ****

I don't really need much

Them **** comin' by the time they start to runnin', it'd be too late to react

I don't even need the cars, ****

Or the money or the hoes (the hoes)

Money or the hoes, catch me swingin' through your door **** (swinging through your motherfuckin' door ****)

Catch me swingin' through your door **** ('til the wheels fall)

Recognize I'm still a black pride ****, so they shove me in the boxes

Voice inside my head told me ain't no other option, "so kill ****"

From the womb to the casket, I smoked from the blunts, now my voice got a rasp in it

No love for a chick, quick passionate, 'bout somethin'

Funny how my case got a basket of nothin'

I'm slumpin' n' drunk off my ass off the shit that I bought, with this check that I cashed, man

Never heard of "L's" 'cause we all winners

Still high, hit the ramp with the four-wheeler

Full force, put a blow torch to the source of the problems

I'm nauseous n' goin' off the bottle

Fuck the po-lice I'm not tryna be more polite

And when I've made up my mind, I'm not takin' no more advice

Roll the dice

**** comin' for ya life, outta strife

Blade slippin' through ya skin, like my dick in ya wife

Fuck ya life, ****

I'm from a city where they'll never hear the bullets 'til they hit 'em in they back, ****

I don't really need much

Them **** comin' by the time they start to runnin', it'd be too late to react

I don't even need the cars, ****

Or the money or the hoes (the hoes)

Money or the hoes, catch me swingin' through your door **** (swinging through your motherfuckin' door ****)

Catch me swingin' through your door **** ('til the wheels fall)