Yeah

Drop one, the producer
It's drop one, yo
Gold teeth
Drop one, big dog shit, nigga
I'm back in this motherfucker, man
Let me tell y'all ass up real quick
Dark skin, gold teeth
Man, they hate to see us comin
Big black boss nigga
Man, you know who fuckin' run it
They don't want us, all or nothin
Put this dick all in they stomach
And they hoes love a nigga
Bet not let go of your woman
Who a wuss, and I gotta sneeze
Don't stand close to me
Thirty-five hunnid in a nigga
Keep that in the jeans
What you pussies spend a month
I might spend that on some jeans
Carted lens in the lineup clean
On with the money team
I'ma collect every damn debt
That you owe me
And I'ma vet at getting dough
Cause dough done chose me
Ever flex, I put on the clothes
The clothes don't mold me
Bitch, don't you stress over old hoes
Look hoe, you chose me

Yeah, hoe, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hoe
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hoe
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hoe
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hoe

The other side, a bunch of wanna-niggas
A bunch of wanna-be's
And I am who I said I am
I'm who they wanna be
Boy watch your mouth, I don't want your bitch
Your bitch just wanted me
And I gave that bitch some dick so good
The bitch didn't wanna leave
And I'm a threat, I've been popping checks
Got more checks up my sleeve
I'm on deck, the bitch gon' break her neck
The bitch gon' look at me
Gold chains around my neck
Roll it down to a sleeve
Drop one, he bend the flex
You can call him Lil' Hercules
I'ma collect every damn debt
That you owe me
And I'm a vet at getting dough
Cause dough done chose me
Ever fresh, I put on the clothes
The clothes don't mold me
Bitch, don't you stress over old hoes
Lil' hoe, you chose me

Yeah, hoe, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hoe
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hoe
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hoe
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hoe



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Writer(s): Roger Fox
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