This is a song about "Money hoes clothes"

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

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

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Went down the aisles, snatchin all the clothes

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

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

Here they keep a rachet close

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.