Verse Now wea da money wea da money I know who da dummy n***a you da dummy I ain't gotta do it let my n***a do it for me I would do it for him Just to be before him n***a asked me why jude ain't touring I just rapped mo/ while the game got boring f** all that fake sh** to me the sh** foreign It ain't as rewarding/ as buying three foreigns Or having hoes whoring spreading gossip till i profit All the proper talking politics dont mean that you poppin Damn....so yall not popular Maybe just with basers or a couple local officers What the f** you in it for? All yo sh** had been ignored and even made me want record but really is was really bored f** the industry/ Rap has got uninteresting These n***as wanna sing Hook Man I want some real a** n***a rap To go with my real a** n***a life But all these weirdo rappers slack They just lie and act like they nice And these hoes be diggin it They be on it they be into it
They be losin it and living it Loving it in public They be f**ing to the rhythm of it They don't get enough until it's nothin They be numb they ain't feeling nothin They get some and feel worth something When really they just heard something b**h you better twerk something Tell the b**h I said twerk something This mix with that will get the blood running Verse Now wea da hoes we da hoes If you get chose then get chose Get yours n***a. it's yours Who else's? Only God knows Who had that? Only God knows She could be a virgin and her mouth get exposed Maybe she just too drunk to keep her legs closed Either way you ain't gotta text your ex hoes You just/ have s** it's dope The best/ at least you hope That sweat/ the both yall soaked Almost/ she takes the stroke So close/ get low give mo Release/ let it all go Get head/ get toungue get throat Real n***a/ hit it like a pro Hook