Yeah Hoe

I own my shit, you rent your shit
I'm feeling too good like, "yeah hoe"
I turned into a star, you trying to hard
I'm feeling myself like, yeah, yeah
I'm really like that, you really rap cap
I'll run down on you like, "yeah hoe"
I'm spitting all facts, you really just act
I'm talking my shit like, yeah, yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah hoe
You was talking that talk, now you dead hoe
Put a couple bands on yo' head hoe
Let's see what the opp bitch stand for

Step ya pussy up hoe, just tax more
Cut my ex nigga off, he's a man whore
Had to take a different route like a detour
Your skirt off brand, mine Dior

Yea hoe, this Christian
Free game, hoe
Don't talk, just listen
Aye, some might think that I'm tripping
When I say I'm the best For a deal, I need a million

I need a billion, a trillion
I need my racks to the ceiling
In love with money, so the feeling's good as sexual healing

I own my shit, you rent your shit
I'm feeling too good like, "yea hoe"
I turned into a star, you trying to hard
I'm feeling myself like, yea, yea
I'm really like that, you really rap cap
I'll run down on you like, "yea hoe"
I'm spitting all facts, you really just act
I'm talking my shit like, yea, yea

What was that? Oh okay
I thought a broke bitch had tried it
Stop telling them you better than me, you lying
All of this winning
Lil' bitch, I'm shining

All of this drip
Lil' bitch, I'm styling
Fucked him one time, he trying to take me to the islands
Talking 'bout me? Lil' bitch, you wilding
Send my dogs at your dogs and while yours barking, mine growling, bitch

I own my shit, you rent your shit
I'm feeling too good like, "yea hoe"
I turned into a star, you trying to hard
I'm feeling myself like, yea, yea
I'm really like that, you really rap cap
I'll run down on you like, "yea hoe"
I'm spitting all facts, you really just act
I'm talking my shit like, yea, yea



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Writer(s): Allen Carter
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