This is a song about "Hoes and loyalt"

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

Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Bought the dope and have hoes

Got shows on top of shows

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

I'll take control and break the mold, and even though fakest hoes,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

Every night i stroke hoes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

And keep out of the way of the hoes.

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