This is a song about "Bella hoes"

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

I just spit my game out

She's bad and she knows

You niggas aint got no hoes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

You can't throw a punch like ratchet hoes

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Isabella, ma bella

Yeah, one time for the

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

It's all she knows

Like a line full of hoes

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Damn right madame, again i fucked those hoes