Yeah Hoe Lyrics

I own my shit, you rent your shit

I’m feeling too good like, “yeah hoe”

I turned into a star, you trying to hard

I’m feeling myself like, yeah, yeah

I’m really like that, you really rap cap

I’ll run down on you like, “yeah hoe”

I’m spitting all facts, you really just act

I’m talking my shit like, yeah, yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah hoe

You was talking that talk, now you dead hoe

Put a couple bands on yo’ head hoe

Let’s see what the opp bitch stand for

Step ya pussy up hoe, just tax more

Cut my ex nigga off, he’s a man whore

Had to take a different route like a detour

Your skirt off brand, mine Dior

Yea hoe, this Christian

Free game, hoe

Don’t talk, just listen

Aye, some might think that I’m tripping

When I say I’m the best For a deal, I need a million

I need a billion, a trillion

I need my racks to the ceiling

In love with money, so the feeling’s good as sexual healing

I own my shit, you rent your shit

I’m feeling too good like, “yea hoe”

I turned into a star, you trying to hard

I’m feeling myself like, yea, yea

I’m really like that, you really rap cap

I’ll run down on you like, “yea hoe”

I’m spitting all facts, you really just act

I’m talking my shit like, yea, yea

What was that? Oh okay

I thought a broke bitch had tried it

Stop telling them you better than me, you lying

All of this winning

Lil’ bitch, I’m shining

All of this drip

Lil’ bitch, I’m styling

Fucked him one time, he trying to take me to the islands

Talking ‘bout me? Lil’ bitch, you wilding

Send my dogs at your dogs and while yours barking, mine growling, bitch

I own my shit, you rent your shit

I’m feeling too good like, “yea hoe”

I turned into a star, you trying to hard

I’m feeling myself like, yea, yea

I’m really like that, you really rap cap

I’ll run down on you like, “yea hoe”

I’m spitting all facts, you really just act

I’m talking my shit like, yea, yea