(Intro)
But sometimes the truth is just disrespectful
Ain’t no way you be politically correct
And we finna k** sh**, you know what I mean?
(Hook)
I walk up in the spot with my j**els on
Standing on the couch with my boots on,
I wish a n***a would tell me move on
I wink my eye at your b**h now your boo gone
I might like, I might like, but I don’t love these hoes
I might lust, I might rush, but I don't love these hoes
I might hit, then might split, 'cause I don't love these hoes
I don't love these hoes, I don't love these hoes
(Verse)
See I walk up in the spot with my j**els on,
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Yeah fresh off the block with my boots on,
Bad b**h that I like wearing two tone,
Pointed at her own site, told her you down
No work, no play, whether you on
All work mo pay, yeah my crew on
Free Terrance, free Rollins in my true song
Man it's OG that I'm smoking n***a , too strong
Money money money money n***a, count that
Hustle rings snow sunny n***a, I'm bout that
Catch your b**h in the club, pull up out there
For a baller she would do a Spalding and bounce that
For a grill when she move out to work, cop that,
Once it’s in then she gotta skrr, my bad
n***a’s out here tryina love them hoes, don't do that
I'm only in it for the love of dough, you knew that.
(Hook)
I walk up in the spot with my j**els on
Standing on the couch with my boots on,
I wish a n***a would tell me move on
I wink my eye at your b**h now your boo gone
I might like, I might like, but I don’t love these hoes
I might lust, I might rush, but I don't love these hoes
I might hit, then might split, 'cause I don't love these hoes
I don't love these hoes, I don't love these hoes