(Chorus) What them niggas doin, chargin these hoes What them niggas doin, chargin these hoes What them niggas doin, chargin these hoes Hoes, hoes, they ain't nothin but hoes (2X)
[DJ Paul] What the true players doin, ooh They makin these hoes pay the motherfuckin cost, to the real motherfuckin boss Pimpin is how I make my living, you fools need to keep paying bitch That's why you gettin poor, I'm sturdy gettin rich Why they payin these hoes I can't fear it after the bitch be chewin Is throwin her whole fuckin back out and not get a dime after What, ho I don't need ya, what I'm gonna eat ya, bitch I'm bouta beat ya And what's up with them hoes who made the song Chewin Ass Nigga Tramp ass bitch have you forgot that I had the picture From the cam-corder in the closet, caught you hoes slippin These bitches be gettin mad when they here Their name on the tape, they start to trippin That's how it is fuckin with a Backyard nigga My nigga Lord Infamous got fingers on the trigger Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score Yo Juicy what the niggas doin
[Juciy J] They chargin these hoes mane
[Hook]
[Juicy J] I met a little freak bitch, who always wore tight shit Had five kids and her pussy had a tight grip The first of the month came, the first of the month came I saw the mail man coming now it's time to run game Give me half the check bitch, niggas like me never quit Big nose red bitch, let your lips meet my dick Pay up the money for the running of my cum on your tongue Juicy Low Down J will never get sprung Never was your friend see, all a nigga want is cheese McDonald's, Crystal's, Burger King, Wendy's Whatever kind of check it is, charging hoes is my biz D-Magic, Project Pat, I know my nigga down for his Yeah you hoes know the score, wanna fuck, gimme the dough Credit cards, crazy checks, all that type of shit will go To you little dirty freaks, keep my name out your mouth Unless you want a job bitch, that's what I'm talkin about