Corner Boy P (Fendi P) - Yea Hoe lyrics

[Intro] Yea Ho, Yea Ho, Yea Ho World Wide Hustler [Verse 1] Call a boy that n***a, so first f** all you haters I got a PSA, get off my dick, get do some paper I live by example, my sh** rob a bank I am a lieutenant, strapped up so don't panic Think I'm out my f**in' mind, I'm on my muthaf**in' grind You say I ain't, then you done lost yo rabid a** mind You obviously a retard, yo b**h think I'm a [?] hard Rolls doors from my wiener, swear that b**h is so hard Ain't nothin' but a dope boy, Chevy's in my front yard My n***as gon' get money on any Martin Luther On any boulevard, pullevard, pretty [?] n***as talkin' sh**, mind on all that foreign, bringin' ours More ratches than mechanics All these diamonds dancin' Don't tell me something I don't know No, we do not do car notes A whole lotta basmo Wels is doin' cashflow Fresh outta the trap Product still smellin' like gun smoke I bring that gasoline-o 2 liters for the slow-mo Go back down Marino In Miami on a speedboat All I know is ballin' b**h this may look like schooling Yo baby momma keep callin' That decap must be ballin' [Hook] (Yea ho, yea ho, yea ho) And we don't wanna smoke with ya (Yea ho, yea ho, yea ho) We don't f** with ya, you f** b**h (Yea ho, yea ho, yea ho) And no, you can't count the money with us (Yea ho, yea ho, yea ho) [Verse 2] I wake up every mornin', f** up all my to-do list Rosay and my falute big, ballin', lil n***a, I do this To count down what I ate last night might take like half an hour Self Versace boxers, watching cartoons with my choppa I'm all about a dolla, try nickle ban every hour Whole lotta grindin', n***a, that's a lot of power Wham back and I'm reclinin' Everything designer, gotta watch with p**y n***as Come in all type of disguises These b**hes ain't know betta, f** her soon as I met her Drippin' all on the loaf, press bu*ton and a low sweater Lil concentrate, but I'm sippin' Concentratin' on gettin' If I contemplate and upliftin' Not complicated, now, is it? [Hook]