Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame
Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,
Ybm and emp it's like we brothers
Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,
You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes
Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes
She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars
Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars
I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes
You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes
Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars
Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars
Whiskey cigars and fast cars?
Bitch got all them booty shots
Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears
Fortune, fame, cars, hoes are tens, nobody's tense,
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