MONEY, CLASS, HOES Lyrics

Ricky

New mind space, new hoes pull em everyday

New blue bank, old steak, but it's dry aged

The one that turn shit gold they saying my name

We tried and it ain't work so now it's my way

Highway nodded can't keep focus

I won't take the high road I'd rather hoe you

I learned from pops no point in talking just go show em

Learn the game or get played out yo spot this shit get dicey

Find my lane and how I make my money that's unlikely

Yes I got the shh, but I'm hoping you don't try me

I'm on six mile with a Barbie, kalamari now we eating coney

Hung up I hate small talk get to the point or just don't phone me

I popped out Givenchy but her bag LV

200 all 20's a LOL to me

Finish my paper, plot on paper, pay ATM fee's

I'm nationwide direct it here and there, AT&T

Breathtaking the shordie I'm with a neck breaker

You risk yo life for shit I spend on bill payments

The money coming to me, these niggas be killing for paper

If I make a run out of these, Imma need me a real estate agent

They want juice outta Ricky they seen in a minute I made it

Money, class, hoes, she slid to crib half naked

Through shots I move real slow woulda thought I Neo in matrix

Deja Vu on the daily, nothing to boast but I'm more than juts stable

Beating the road rocking a wife beater I might catch a domestic

Get in my way said you was gone help me, that shit kinda upset me

She told me it's the way I talk, shit be making her wetter

I knew not to take her serious I learned my lesson

Lil white bitch ignore my input she still want me to help her

Watch yo feet it might be snakes under just like Giuseppe

I'm still far from the city still show no pitty I'm tucking a weapon

I ain't have to say much she treat like leather I like the way that she felt me

L-o-v-e, can't concede for shit I'm never gon fail you

They can't be me, if they was they'd prolly stop being bitches

Bro FaceTime me button on back bitch it sound like it's glitching

I like a lil bit struggle don't need no desk I rap in the kitchen