This is a song about "Money clothes hoes"

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

Actually, its adorable to see his clothes

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

But youre there and the fuzz shaking the drugs out your clothes

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Went down the aisles, snatchin' all the clothes

The hoes, the clothes, you niggas are just like clones

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

I'm rockin' average joe shmoe's regular clothes

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