Almost Back
Yo, uh, yo, yo, ayy
(Condo, talk to me)
Yo, uh, ayy, ayy
Ain't got nothin' for hoes unless she the one that buy my soul
Out of town, in and out coupes
I miss my brother, so I got four doors
Everything we say true
You live your life tryna impress them hoes
K9, Mbox blues
I risk my life just to wake up sober
More money, more confusion
I miss that genuine love you showed me
600 dollars for a move
But it's all cool, we ain't runnin' out of money
Everything you say true
But you wasn't here 'til it all got sunny
In the Scat Pack speedin' like a dummy
Where I'm goin', they ain't even got nothin' for me
Let AJ treat me like a dummy
All the other hoes think they gettin' something from me
In a dream, I just made new money
Woke up, it's right here callin' right for me
Bitch, don't get it confused
We made it look good when we didn't have money
Niggas spendin' they budget on views
I don't recoup so that shit keep comin'
I ain't got nothin' for hoes unless she the one that buy my soul
Out of town, in and out coupes
I miss my brother, so I got four doors
Ain't got nothin' for, uh, unless she the, uh, woah, ayy
I ain't got nothin' for hoes unless she the one that buy my, uh, woah
Woah, woah
I ain't got nothin' for, uh, woah, woah, woah, woah
(Condo, talk to me)
Yo, uh, ayy, ayy
Ain't got nothin' for hoes unless she the one that buy my soul
Out of town, in and out coupes
I miss my brother, so I got four doors
Everything we say true
You live your life tryna impress them hoes
K9, Mbox blues
I risk my life just to wake up sober
More money, more confusion
I miss that genuine love you showed me
600 dollars for a move
But it's all cool, we ain't runnin' out of money
Everything you say true
But you wasn't here 'til it all got sunny
In the Scat Pack speedin' like a dummy
Where I'm goin', they ain't even got nothin' for me
Let AJ treat me like a dummy
All the other hoes think they gettin' something from me
In a dream, I just made new money
Woke up, it's right here callin' right for me
Bitch, don't get it confused
We made it look good when we didn't have money
Niggas spendin' they budget on views
I don't recoup so that shit keep comin'
I ain't got nothin' for hoes unless she the one that buy my soul
Out of town, in and out coupes
I miss my brother, so I got four doors
Ain't got nothin' for, uh, unless she the, uh, woah, ayy
I ain't got nothin' for hoes unless she the one that buy my, uh, woah
Woah, woah
I ain't got nothin' for, uh, woah, woah, woah, woah
Credits
Writer(s): Lc Camel Jr.
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