Freddie Gibbs - Money, Clothes, Hoes (MCH) lyrics

[Hook:] And I stay up on my toes Money, clothes, hoes [x3] They say anything goes For money, clothes, hoes [x3] And I stay up on my toes Money, clothes, hoes [x3] They say anything goes For money, clothes, hoes [x3] [Verse 1:] I got diamonds on my wood, b**hes on my phone Sturdy hoes like those they just can't leave this dick alone You remind me of my chick, got that for the bros Took less than a week to hit that sweet and take it out p**y open for a pimp, make your daddy proud Boy I bet she goes, she blow this dick I blow this pound And we stay on purple drank OG in my wood Only smoke that Cali sh** I put that on my hood I be thugging to the d**h of me straight G.I. rider Ain't no p**y in my pedigree I mix the Molly with the Kesha that's my recipe I just sit back and let this reefer get the best of me And now I be thugging to the d**h of me straight G.I. rider Ain't no p**y in my pedigree I mix the Molly with the Kesha that's my recipe I just sit back and let this reefa get the best of me And n***as know that [Hook] [Verse 2:] Got Versaces on my frame, Fendi on my waist Girl you keep that thing up sit right up here on my face She got that super wet, we get super freak Keep it on the low don't put my business in the street You remind me of my chief something like my sound Girl you know what's up you turned it up I beat it down It's the realest n***as in it you already know Gangsta of the year, got like 4 times in the row I be thuggin' to the d**h of me straight G.I. rider Ain't no p**y in my pedigree I mix the Molly with the Kesha that's my recipe I just sit back and let this reefer get the best of me I'll be pimpin' 'til the d**h of me straight G.I. rider Ain't no p**y in my pedigree I mix the Molly with the Kesha that's my recipe I just sit back and let this reefa get the best of me And n***as knows [Hook x2]