Intro: jt money
Yeahhhh wussup! itand's that nigga! uh! nine three!
Catch a record once again on them hoes!
Sendinand' this one to all the negroes! niggas with hoe problems ...
Niggas yo niggas is down over hoes! shit is real!
Hoes ainand't worth it money grip!
No bullshit and'bout them hoes them hoes is slamminand'!
But i ainand't got no problem with hoes
See my problemand's with niggas! you niggas make hoes like this!
Thatand's why - yo, fuck that! yo, check it out ...
Verse 1: jt money
Check it, i make the hoes get butt-ass naked
Every time i wreck shit on a fuckinand' record
But listen as i drop it and'bout todayand's topic
Soft-flow pussy-creep niggas need to stop it!
Wanna shoot another nigga and'bout a hoe
Just and'cause he fuck, nigga, let that bitch go
Now tell her how many niggas fuck before him
Guess you wanna grab a gat and go and try to show them
I ainand't think so, not and'bout a stank hoe
Who like to fuck and'round head, tryinand' to gain flow?
Itand's the and'90s, you niggas better wake up
A lot of hoes out thereand's out to take stuff
Now this is not a record and'bout dissinand' women
But all women got a little rob-and-givers in and'em
See, all them hoes wanna do is spend flow
With they friends and go dippinand' in the benz-o
Through the and'hood but you just couldnand't figure
Your best hoe fuckinand' and'round with some other nigga
Now you wanna clean your gun iand'm gonand' to
But that bitch gonand' fuck who she want to!
So to keep that shit on the down low,
My nigga, put shit past no hoe!
Big ram:
Yeah, donand't put shit past none of them slimy-ass bitches!
Chorus (4x): jt money
Put shit past no hoe! (donand't trust and'em!)
Verse 2: jt money
And to my niggas in the dope game
Who gettinand' stuffed with cocaine and put it in they hoeand' name
Better hope you ainand't givinand' it to the wrong bitch
Make and'em (?) how you put out your own shit
And ainand't a damn thing you can do about it
and'cause if itand's in the bitchand' name, she could put ya out it
So to save all the drama,
Go ahead and give the shit to your sister and your mama
Let them be your main ladies
Give your mother the house and your sister the mercedes
and'cause if you end up in the pen,
You know that good-for-nothinand' bitch is gone in the wind!
With a phat crib and a couple of cars
And you lookinand' like shit behind bars
I think back, when i was off in the system,
Used to see niggas cryinand', and'cause they hoes dissed and'em
I remember, one hoe told me
She was gettinand' lonely, so i had to let her go, g
and'cause thatand's just an excuse to fuck a nigga
Bitch, i ainand't no sucka, nigga
Iand'll holler at ya ass and'cause you know i know how it go
And yo, i put shit past no hoe!
Uzi:
Iand'm tellinand' you man, yand'all niggas better not sleep on these hoes,
These hoes ainand't shit!
Chorus
Verse 3: jt money
Jt, a nigga on the prowl for the big butt
And guess what, iand'm only lookinand' for a quick nut
and'cause most bitches like to fuck like they ainand't hoes
But fuckinand' a nigga and'cause the niggaand's got pesos
Hey hoes, you can stop sweatinand' the funds
I got guns and iand'm aiminand' at ya slimy ones
And wonand't half step to shoot it
At a bitch or a hoe, but young ladies are excluded
So back up if youand're a lady and you should know
and'cause last year i told them hoes andquot;all they good 4andquot;
And this year iand'll tell they ass some more shit
Why the fuck should i care about a hoe-bitch,
Or a bitch-hoe? unless she rich, though,
She get this negro rollinand' in a benz-o
Or an acura, lexus, or bm
About the bitch-nigga? wouldnand't wanna be him!
He got problems that he need to straighten
I ainand't got no problems; iand'm b-izinand' and hoe-hatinand'
And gettinand' caught up is a no-no,
So be like me, my nigga, put shit past no hoe!
Uzi:
Yo, so now you know, thatand's what you get for trustinand' them creep-ass hoes!
Chorus (2x)
