DARKO

I'll throw hands dirty like your first baby mama
And your new bitch is tryna call my baby her daughter
Fuck around with me is kerosene with a lighter
A bitch too smokey, I'm a fucking fire starter
Understand my drip is a conversation starter
Wouldn't compromise for any nigga, wouldn't even barter
Down in dirt, embodied postpartum
Had to avoid a bottle
Cause a baby won't get you coddled
A couple lines get you caught up
In a hairy situation you ain't ever even thought of
40 acres been been bought up
Ain't get a mule or an ass, but the pigs on my ass
Ate rice and cabbage, ain't do shit for my ass
Guess I need to go wade in that water
Ain't been troubled
But the trouble followed me when I got up
More money ain't make me smarter
Was looking for niggas to suck my toes
'Till I found out the prices on summer homes
And I figured a nigga would come with those
Six figures as tight as his body though
Type of nigga smoke you out to comatose
And he won't let the neighbors know
If we covet them, then we can buy 'em out
Future is hella bright
Fuck the past talm bout

Left out
Couple lil niggas tryna step out
Same lil niggas need to pipe down
I'm the bitch niggas tryna pipe down
I'm the nigga bitches tryna wife now
Not Ms.Right or Ms.Right Now
You lucky if you even get a text read
I don't pay attention if it's not 'bout bread

More money, More Hoes
More money, More problems
But I keep it 99 plus 1
If I had a 9 by my side
3.5 in the blunt
Could I barter with the cat for my tongue
If I had a nigga with cash
Who's side bitch had ass
Could I really call these bitches my sons
More like a foster mom
Collecting checks under false assumps
'Till they ate me out of house and home

LND, ENT
Call a nigga EMT, he fucked with me
KV on that CPT, still fucking green
Tryna see that CVV, the fuck you mean
I am not DTF, I'm FTD
Casket shiny like a Tele screen
Soul so pure, it's on that tonic clean
Came so fast, he on that sonic beam
Cash rule 'thing around me
Cremé freîché, brand new green Money make a nigga do things
Oh the things a nigga might do
Gone head against the whole crew
Chop down a momma or two
Just to see Benny in Blue
Harriet in that green too

More money, More Hoes
More money, More problems
But I keep it 99 plus 1
If I had a 9 by my side
3.5 in the blunt
Could I barter with the cat for my tongue
If I had a nigga with cash
Who's side bitch had ass
Could I really call these bitches my sons
More like a foster mom
Collecting checks under false assumps
'Till they ate me out of house and home

More money, More Hoes
More money, More problems
But I keep it 99 plus 1
If I had a 9 by my side
3.5 in the blunt
Could I barter with the cat for my tongue
If I had a nigga with cash
Who's side bitch had ass
Could I really call these bitches my sons
More like a foster mom
Collecting checks under false assumps
'Till they ate me out of house and home



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Writer(s): Kaitlin Vaughn
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