This is a song about "Gucci money hoes"

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

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

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

Keep it trill for the hoes

No, no, we are not those

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men