Lyrics

Drop one, the producer It's drop one, yo Gold teeth Drop one, big dog shit, nigga I'm back in this motherfucker, man Let me tell y'all ass up real quick Dark skin, gold teeth Man, they hate to see us comin Big black boss nigga Man, you know who fuckin' run it They don't want us, all or nothin Put this dick all in they stomach And they hoes love a nigga Bet not let go of your woman Who a wuss, and I gotta sneeze Don't stand close to me Thirty-five hunnid in a nigga Keep that in the jeans What you pussies spend a month I might spend that on some jeans Carted lens in the lineup clean On with the money team I'ma collect every damn debt That you owe me And I'ma vet at getting dough Cause dough done chose me Ever flex, I put on the clothes The clothes don't mold me Bitch, don't you stress over old hoes Look hoe, you chose me Yeah, hoe, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, hoe Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, hoe Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, hoe Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hoe The other side, a bunch of wanna-niggas A bunch of wanna-be's And I am who I said I am I'm who they wanna be Boy watch your mouth, I don't want your bitch Your bitch just wanted me And I gave that bitch some dick so good The bitch didn't wanna leave And I'm a threat, I've been popping checks Got more checks up my sleeve I'm on deck, the bitch gon' break her neck The bitch gon' look at me Gold chains around my neck Roll it down to a sleeve Drop one, he bend the flex You can call him Lil' Hercules I'ma collect every damn debt That you owe me And I'm a vet at getting dough Cause dough done chose me Ever fresh, I put on the clothes The clothes don't mold me Bitch, don't you stress over old hoes Lil' hoe, you chose me Yeah, hoe, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, hoe Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, hoe Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, hoe Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, hoe
Writer(s): Roger Fox Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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