I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows
I hate bitches snitches stab them with syringes throw em in ditches and holes fuck hoes/
And cash money supermarket like seth,
Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears
Cash money, financial
That’s only if they handle
I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though
Bitches and hoes, yo, get smothered underneath the snow,
Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this
I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.
But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",
Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes
Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.
She's bad and she knows
They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,
In front of our building, they was my heroes
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