Al Shid - M.A.T.H. (Money and THEN Hoes) lyrics

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Al Shid - M.A.T.H. (Money and THEN Hoes) lyrics

I don't love ya, I don't need ya I just f** ya, don't expect me to feed ya f** that, they love the fat 'Shid drawl They stay down like sumos on children's see-saws What you hate me for? Y'all made me this way If you was really about your chips You'd know that b**hes are Frito-Lay Hey homes, use your dome when she ask you for cash Money and THEN hoes, n***a, master your math Do I need to teach a cla** on how to handle your dough? How to f** 'em, duck 'em, give nothing to scandalous hoes? One thing you should know if you think about stackin' Putting your b**hes before riches is considered subtraction Haven't you heard about the principle f** a b**h, get a grip, stack your chips ? are reciprocal, n***a f** if she's into you, she's into your integers Trying to hold numbers, don't trust her, n***a she's tripping you You'd be a fool to commit to her She marry your dough, cause when she's splittin' It's division and she'll carry the one Yo, cash give a n***a hope Ass leave a n***a broke Stash, man there's nothing to it Man, I'll show you how to do it My momma always wanted me to be a mathematician So now I tally up the numbers of the b**hes I'm dissin' They didn't listen when I told 'em, look, I'm broke but be patient But when I bubble b**hes double, sh**, that's multiplication See how I'm making all these statements into something astounding All equations and relationships of hoes I've encountered I've always been well rounded just trying to bust a nut But now the diameter of my pie got 'em screamin "Sir, come for us!" What the f**'s up with these stank hoes, got em on they knees At 45 degrees thinking she's in a cute angle. Tryin to get at my bankroll, sh** The only time I confront her with numbers Is when I'm giving her the dick Tell me quick, sh**: what's the biggest length times width I could stick into your area without causing hysteria? Compared to us, hoes just coniving They'll keep you happy till you're slackin' With you pimping like Bishop Don Juan in khakis Nappy-headed hussy Must be the paper that you're after Even if I'm in the billion, sh** You'll never be a factor sh**, I have to pay to play? Somebody got you ga**ed! p**y's parallel to paper, that sh** never crossin' paths Do the math