Birdman - Hoes lyrics

[Hook] Hoes, let's just talk about hoes Can we talk about hoes, hoes Hoes, let's just talk about hoes Can we talk about hoes, hoes [Mannie] Let's Go! [Wayne] You gotta talk like a pimp What's good mama, you knew better You'd do better, who better Than that n***a with the crisp white tee Icy white sneaks, jeans to a fitta You do better gettin yo a** off up in that coupe b**h Sit yo a** on that new leather and regroup b**h It's only me you b**h, on our way to tha stoop I'm the Birdman Jr., you ain't know And don't gimme that silly bullsh** about you ain't, ho I move you to my city, put yo a** in UNO I have you looking pretty hit the ave. now get tha dough That Gucci gon fit cha like you posed to be in pictures I got computer love baby Wayne a change ya image You need Weezy, them other boys just gimmicks Me, I'm just game, green, and straight physics, Is ya wit it? Yea, I ain't even tryin ta hit it I'mma get it when it's time ta get it Let's talk about [Hook] Hoes, let's just talk about hoes Can we talk about hoes, these hoes I don't love 'em Hoes, let's just talk about hoes Can we talk about hoes, these hoes Motherf** 'em [Wayne] Ladies and gentlemen, the great Manuella [Mannie] I got this rat named Shelly that love Makavelli Number 5 combo meals and splashin KY jelly I have old school shorty, still drink a forty Grab the mic, start a fight, and f** up the whole party Baby you should leave, adjust yo weave That's velcro, hell no, b**h go wit Steve I got this lead singer b**h from a popular group I would say her name, but she bought me a coupe Got this super ho Shawna, smell like marijuana How she dig Lil Wayne, but she love the Big Tymers Got pretty girl Patrice found out I'm f**in her niece She tried to stab me, so I grabbed her and we called the police Mister Officer, the b**h done lost it bruh She goin to jail, oh well, I be f**in her See two dyke Spanish twins nuts pressed on they chin Will we go video, well n***a, that depends [Hook] I got old school b**hes and new school hoes Female basketball players with cornrolls And I don't like short-haired girls, no not really If I do, she gotta look like the old Halle Berry Or the broke Toni Braxton, the first Lil Kim But I still take hood rats and work with them Put yo a** in a jag and I drop ya quick Give ya a** a lil game, if ya smirk ya in I'm a pimp, not a simp, like ice in my drink And I don't think twice or blink cause I'm focused Rollin in the whitest mink like I'm polar Bear, yea, let down my hair Get jazzy on a b**h like Fred Astaire Rose gold in her face get her red as glare My Bentley plum, my Mercedes pear I am lookin for a freak, mama take me there, yea [Hook] 2x