MCH (2016) Lyrics

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

She said all we rap about is money, cars, and hoes

She said all we rap about is money, cars, and hoes

If you had the same upbringing you'd get how shit'll go

I said if you had the same upbringing you'd get how shit'll go

So lets talk about this money hoe

I was in the hood for like 18 years livin

Brenda had a baby, but she kept the boy wit her

Had mice in the ceiling, roaches in the baby's crib

Then they told my mama go pack, evicted

You're tellin me that money wouldn't help my position

Wait, wait yall tellin me that money wouldn't help my position

Oh no you don't get it, oh

Did you have the ramen noodle, hotdog, sugar bread diet

When you saw them empty shelves in kitchen

Did you have to worry bout going outside past 5

Cause the boys on the corner they'd getcha

You're tellin me that money wouldn't help my position

Wait, wait yall tellin me that money wouldn't help my position

Oh no you don't get it, oh

You probably went to high school with the right tools

With some parents and a house that was fenced, white picket

Probably had a pool with a trampoline in the backyard and your parents even got you lil kittens

She probably was even on the cheerleading squad,

"Yellin Jimmy go, Boy go get it"

She was walking home, she would dance she was skipping

I was walking home with my head on a swivel

I was walking home on my own gotta get it

Head bumping on metronome, "I'm that nigga"

Mama went to night school, When I was in High school

And my older brother's on that corner drug dealing

And my older brothers telling me "Stop snitching"

"Worry bout your own money nigga stop bitchin"

Mama always out cause she's full of ambition

Her children can't eat if that money goes missing

She said all we rap about is money, cars, and hoes

She said all we rap about is money, cars, and hoes

If you had the same upbringing you'd get how shit'll go

I said if you had the same upbringing you'd get how shit'll go

So lets talk about these hoes though

I was in the hood for like 18 years livin

While growing up protecting the lil sister

She go across the yard, she's chasing after boys

Looking for somebody that is in her's dad's image

But how she supposed to know without no father figure

Like, how she supposed to know without no father figure

Oh no you don't get oh

We talk about hoes, it must be nice

When somebody you admire says you don't gotta fit in

It must be nice when those girls are supervised

And don't do the things for the slightest attention

But they suppose to know with no father figure

Like, How my little sister suppose to know with no father figure

Oh no you don't get it

Oh you probably went to high school with the right tools

With some parents and a house that was fenced, white picket

You probably had a family who told you about the birds and the bees

And your dad gave you special attention

Her dad used to read her that "Once upon a time"

My dad was a once-upon-a-time folk fiction

I told my little sister don't you trust no niggas

I told my little sister you can't trust no niggas

I told my little sister you don't have to have no man to insure you

Get your ass up and go get it

I told my little sister you don't have to have a man to get it for you

Get your ass up and go get it

We ain't have that privilege

Way we were raised was different

So many apartments I can't tell you just where I lived at

Money, Cars and Hoes, Money, Cars and Hoes

Money, Cars and Hoes was always in my existence

Money is determining the quality of how your living

Cars are the way that people depicting just how your living

Hoes are the women that learned seductively touching a man is a easier way to get it

And if you had the same upbringing you'd a get how shit would go

If you grew up in the hood bet this would be the only thing you'd know