I used to love these hoes But now I love this money!
Hoes, I used to have a lot of kind But when they realize that I gotta grind Hoes, I used to have a lot of kind But when they realize I replaced the lies and the thighs and the hotter dimes With the fuckin rhymes and the ties and the dolla signs The symbol of the producers I full want my mental producers I’m leaving these haters clueless When I spit because they missin' what I get because I’m cold Real niggas listen to the shit that I unfold I cannot believe that whether they used to be lovin' these hoes Now that I be on my money, it’s funny the way that I govern these hoes I cannot believe that whether they used to be lovin' these hoes Now that I be on my money, it’s funny the way that I govern these hoes And I be runnin' these hoes, doin' whatever I wanna do with em As long as I be on my paper, cus I’m gon' let nothing in front of me after my currency flow And if we getting the fetty so up But I throw it away but the bitches don’t want If they talk about me Your position to fall will be nothing I’m done wit yo frontin', just give me yo dollars, I don’t wanna holler I don’t want yo woman, I want the Apollo But see for the Benjamins I got my shotta And Twista love dollars but I admit