For Ransom Lyrics

This lil hoe, she callin' my phone, don't got no time to answer

I like the way that she dissin' the pole

I heard that bitch was a dancer

If I give you my love, if I give you my love, you gon' take her for ransom

It's the time of the month

I should've known that lil bitch was a cancer

Yeah, T-Toxic

Keep playin', lil bitch got options

She my lil diamond

Scoop on the pole

I know she ready for action

You could be you and your friend

I said, that hoe, what's happenin'

That lil bitch said, uh-huh

She feelin' low in my alleys

What's the word

Uh, please don't lie to me

Don't get on my nerves

On the curve

I'm on my own thing and I ride where I swerve

For sure

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And no, I ain't talkin' no cash

Yeah, I gotta get to the cash

Yeah, I gotta run up a bag

I said, fuck you, W. Sorry, baby, I can't love you

She said she really feelin' in love

Yeah, I didn't mean to rush you

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That hoe's a thot, so sorry, baby, I can't cuff you

It's been two days

I cannot fuck with these hoes

They say they love you

I gotta find me a bitch that like me for me

It ain't about the money

You know, I been up all day

Trappin' that dick till it's sunny

I ain't got no money

I ain't got no money

I ain't got no money

I ain't got no money

I ain't got no money

I ain't got no money

It's been two days

I cannot fuck with these hoes

They say they love you

I gotta find me a bitch that like me for me

It ain't about the money

You know, I been up all day

Trappin' that dick till it's sunny

I got your bitch in the back of the van

She on her breath like a bunny

They said I would never ever be shit

I said that shit was funny

Uh-uh

So, I gotta get to the cash

So, I gotta get to the bag

I'm a steppin' in these nigga's mouth, whoa

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A young nigga chasin' the cash

A young nigga havin' a blast

I'm puttin' my foot on the gas, whoa

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This a hoe

She callin' my phone

Don't got no time to answer

I love the way that she dissin' the pole

I heard that bitch was a dancer

Fuck you, my love

Fuck you, my love

You don't take a real answer

This is the time of the month

I should've known that her bitch was a dancer

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She still on it