For the Hoes Lyrics

Yo, what's up homie

Aw my girls cheating? Word

Alright, thanks bro

I'ma hang up and put this in the studio then

Here we go

Alright

Yo

Yo

She sent me a text

Fuckin' with me cause I get the big checks

She pull up, I flex

She suckin' my sack like it's Dracula's neck

Like, baby, who wants it next

I said, just chill

Baby out here catchin' the feels

Maybe I can catch myself a record deal

But she blowin' up my phone like a bill

Callin' me sayin', let's go catch a meal

Bitch, you got money for weed

No

Then you better get to steppin' those feet

I said, bitch

Yo, head game is free

So get on both knees to get this vitamin D

Who is he

It's Menime, bitch

Watchin' the cinema flicks

Just show me your tits

Bitch don't know me for shit

I am the GOAT

I do not do this for show

I do this shit cause it's my passion

I'll keep spittin' till I'm fuckin' ashes

Till I roll around in my casket

I'm flippin' my profit

You would think that it's under my mattress

You might think I'm just average

But your girl fuckin' with me cause I'm a maverick

I'ma just fly overhead cause I'm soar

Yo, bitch, fuckin' with me

Want some more

You're just a dog

Well, bitch, you're my treat

Get down on both knees cause you're takin' it from me

Take it from me

She'll switch up on you if you don't pay the fee

Cause shit don't come free

Bitch, let me sleep

I'm tryin' to catch Zs

She a lil' rat

She gon' fuck me for cheese

She's watchin' my dough rise

With her Pillsbury dough eyes

I said she meant for the streets

She all up in my sheets

As I'm clappin' her cheeks

She throwin' it back like a freak

Her name's Rose

She a thorn in my side

She sprout up my wood when she ride

She blowin' my pipe

She want me go up inside

I said go away, bitch

You're blowin' my high like Bonnie and Clyde

She my ride or die

But when we done fuckin', she gon' wanna fight like

Never say never

Pull up with Loretta

She suckin' it better

I said fuck a letter

She gettin' it wetter

I'm lovin' this weather

Might need an umbrella

Rihanna, come get her

She must be a stripper

She need somethin' bigger

No need to be clutchin'

No triggers

She says I'm just slimmer

Death calls me the Grimmer

So for sure, I'm a motherfuckin' breadwinner

Cha-ching