This is a song about "Money and hoes"

In front of our building, they was my heroes

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Got it on lock, you just locked out

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

This is love, nothing else close

I bestow blows that freeze foes and sweep hoes.

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

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

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

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