Nl4th
Two fifty business
NL4TH no cap
Fifty business
Fifty business
No love for these hoes
Fifty business
Fifty business
Turn me up
Uhh, Mhm
Two fifty business
No love for that hoe no more
I gotta' get the bank, I gotta' get the bank roll
No love for this hoe no more
Try to stop everything that I do, like what wrong wit you
No love for this hoe no more
Gotta' stick to the bro code don't never love a hoe
No love for this hoe no more
Gotta' be on my own timing and you wasting yours
Wooaahhh
Whipping the Porsche out the drive way (drive way drive way)
Hey lil momma come my way (come my way come my way)
See a hater throw a rack in they face
(Throw a rack in they face)
Hating on me bitch I'm tryna' get cake
I got tuff love ion' love em
Aye fuck these relationships just fuck 'em'
And come eat the dick, keep it under covers
And ride wit the stick, case I won't buss em
I need a hot bitch (I need a hot bitch)
She gone hold on the stick (she gone hold on the stick)
She gone blow when I need it
She gone miss me I need it
I mean it (need it I mean it)
All of yo' nigga gone fall (all of yo' niggas gone fall)
Just like it's the fall (just like it's the fall)
Im counting these racks up so tall (im counting these rack up so tall)
It's touching the wall (it's touching the wall)
I love me some peso's
I touch all of em' all (I touch all of em all)
I ball, I shoot at all of y'all
Uhh, need me a bitch fast she riding the dick (she riding the dick)
I want me a bitch bad, she suck on the dick
(She suck on the dick)
I know she like this bag cuz I got all the rizz
(Cuz I got all the rizz)
I got all of this cash, come spend it with me
(Come spend it with me)
I like to ball (I like to ball)
Touching em all (touching em all)
No time for call (no time for calls)
I came wit the bros (I came wit the bros)
You know what we on (you know what we on)
Don't try to one us, yeah we up on yo' dome (we up on yo' dome)
We up on yo gang, we spraying for y'all
Yeah, it's just fuck all of y'all
Can't get love from no hoe they always robbing out yah' soul
I told that bitch just leave me lone'
They wanna ball
They wanna ball
They wanna ball
They wanna ball
I got a call
I got a call
I'm hanging it up I ain't answering it
They wanna bitch she suck on the dick
That hoe wanna come and they ride with some sticks
NL4TH no cap
Fifty business
Fifty business
No love for these hoes
Fifty business
Fifty business
Turn me up
Uhh, Mhm
Two fifty business
No love for that hoe no more
I gotta' get the bank, I gotta' get the bank roll
No love for this hoe no more
Try to stop everything that I do, like what wrong wit you
No love for this hoe no more
Gotta' stick to the bro code don't never love a hoe
No love for this hoe no more
Gotta' be on my own timing and you wasting yours
Wooaahhh
Whipping the Porsche out the drive way (drive way drive way)
Hey lil momma come my way (come my way come my way)
See a hater throw a rack in they face
(Throw a rack in they face)
Hating on me bitch I'm tryna' get cake
I got tuff love ion' love em
Aye fuck these relationships just fuck 'em'
And come eat the dick, keep it under covers
And ride wit the stick, case I won't buss em
I need a hot bitch (I need a hot bitch)
She gone hold on the stick (she gone hold on the stick)
She gone blow when I need it
She gone miss me I need it
I mean it (need it I mean it)
All of yo' nigga gone fall (all of yo' niggas gone fall)
Just like it's the fall (just like it's the fall)
Im counting these racks up so tall (im counting these rack up so tall)
It's touching the wall (it's touching the wall)
I love me some peso's
I touch all of em' all (I touch all of em all)
I ball, I shoot at all of y'all
Uhh, need me a bitch fast she riding the dick (she riding the dick)
I want me a bitch bad, she suck on the dick
(She suck on the dick)
I know she like this bag cuz I got all the rizz
(Cuz I got all the rizz)
I got all of this cash, come spend it with me
(Come spend it with me)
I like to ball (I like to ball)
Touching em all (touching em all)
No time for call (no time for calls)
I came wit the bros (I came wit the bros)
You know what we on (you know what we on)
Don't try to one us, yeah we up on yo' dome (we up on yo' dome)
We up on yo gang, we spraying for y'all
Yeah, it's just fuck all of y'all
Can't get love from no hoe they always robbing out yah' soul
I told that bitch just leave me lone'
They wanna ball
They wanna ball
They wanna ball
They wanna ball
I got a call
I got a call
I'm hanging it up I ain't answering it
They wanna bitch she suck on the dick
That hoe wanna come and they ride with some sticks
Credits
Writer(s): Terrence
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