I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,
Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those
You niggas aint got no hoes
No, no, we are not those
Make room for the groom married to his music
With bitches all up on me tryna get on my dick
Take her back to where i live
My dick, stupid bitches
Bitches love money and i got a lot of money
Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny
Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers
Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,
See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows
And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,
Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,
Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws
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