Fake Hoe

Yuh, yuh, ran up my money, they fuck with the boy
I'm in this bitch with the chopper, I'm finna knock ya
I treat this shit like a toy
Fuck with my niggas and it'll be murder
My demons they gettin' deployed
Pour the wock in the faygo
Leak got the straps like it's halo, yeah

My money comin' in different colors like it was some Play-Doh, yeah
I got pounds, I got bills, I got pesos, yeah
Bad little foreign, give me top, give me besos, yeah
When I'm done, I kick her out, don't want no fake hoe, yeah

Run my mind like a treadmill
Knew your love wasn't ever real
Now I'm searchin' around for the better pills, oh yeah
Some voids I'll never fill
Some wounds might never heal
But a true love I'll never kill, oh yeah

I ain't plan for this, it's all right
If it's smoke, when I see you, baby girl, it's on sight, yeah
Niggas be bitches, they all bark but no bite, yeah
All of our Glocks come with them switches, we don't fight, yeah

Lookin' for a real nigga, bitch, I'm right here
Fuck what they say, they don't know just how I got here, yeah
Pull up, BLOW! ain't no mayday, you ain't safe in here
Uh, you can tell by how we dress, we get in paper here, yeah

Yuh, yuh, ran up my money, they fuck with the boy
I'm in this bitch with the chopper, I'm finna knock ya
I treat this shit like a toy
Fuck with my niggas and it'll be murder
My demons they gettin' deployed
Pour the wock in the faygo
Leak got the straps like it's halo, yeah

My money comin' in different colors like it was some Play-Doh, yeah
I got pounds, I got bills, I got pesos, yeah
Bad little foreign, give me top, give me besos, yeah
When I'm done, I kick her out, don't want no fake hoe, yeah



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Writer(s): Saadiq Horton
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