Letras
They be like, they be like, "Twin, drop something"
I be like, "Fo', I gotta drop some shit
That's gon' hit everybody, on bo"
(Damn J Bird, mash that stu')
Okay, now, let's slow it down a bit
She a bad ho, yeah, this bitch my type, man, she be drownin' shit
I like hos that south the way, she care 'bout money, she on her shit
I think I done grow it up up, man, fuck these hoes, I want a bitch
Where you at, bae? This bitch so bad
I might pull up, beat it, but I don't need it, girl, all I want is cash
She say, "I want a relationship," I say, "Hold on, you movin' fast"
Call up Glo and TP, they gon' push up quick, they on your ass
We can fuck all day and night, but let's go out, let's get a bag
I can take you, get you what you like, don't even look at the tag
Ain't nothin' wrong with average hos, but I'm on bad bitches kinda bad
Bitch, don't play with me, them broke-ass niggas can't sit no day with us
You wanna fuck on me and Noah, lil' baby, then that's okay with us
I ain't never save the ho, but damn, I might be savin' her
Got on money head to toe, you know that bitch can't fuck her up
I can't tell you what's outside the bag 'cause I be in that bitch
I'm a young nigga that be fresh as hell, Givenchy with the Ricks
I don't know what them hos tellin' you, babe, but they can't fuck with her
She do that different shit, she'll have you somewhat stuck with her
It's supposed to be never love a ho, but damn, I'll fuck with her
Okay, now, let's slow it down a bit
She a bad ho, yeah, this bitch my type, man, she be drownin' shit
I like hos that south the way, she care 'bout money, she on her shit
I think I done grow it up up, man, fuck these hos, I want a bitch
Where you at, bae? This bitch so bad
I might pull up, beat it, but I don't need it, girl, all I want is cash