[Hook]
You the type of low I ain't feeling
The type that don't take care of they children
I never, ever let a n***a play me
If you get caught, don't say me
I f**s with the hoes and the gangsters
I'm up with the dough yelling thank you
I f**s with the hoes and the gangsters
I'm up with the dough yelling thank you
[Verse 1]
I'm out here just to flourish
Kicking that sh** like Chuck Norris
Saint Laurent, stand firm though
Close your motherf**ing mouth, you can learn hoe
Real ones know to be quiet
I'm getting money, you should try it
Eating off a digi-scale, fish diet
I don't do d**, let the b**hes try it
She get high on the f**ing low
She get by so I f** 'em both
Now they kissing in the strip club
A few dollars make 'em do the most
[Hook]
You the type of low I ain't feeling
The type that don't take care of they children
I never, ever let a n***a play me
If you get caught, don't say me
I f**s with the hoes and the gangsters
I'm up with the dough yelling thank you
I f**s with the hoes and the gangsters
I'm up with the dough yelling thank you
[Verse 2]
Fake n***as stop acting like you know me
We ain't cool, we ain't friends, we ain't homies
Yousa Kit Kat, gimme a break
I'm head to toe in Versace but don't f** with snakes
Medusa, all this Medusa
I'm a pretty fly n***a that'll shoot ya
Catch a b**h eyeing n***as, then manuver
Getting head in the Benz, it's a Supra
[Hook]
I f**s with the hoes and the gangsters
I'm up with the dough yelling thank you
I f**s with the hoes and the gangsters
I'm up with the dough yelling thank you
I f**s with the hoes and the gangsters
I'm up with the dough yelling thank you
I f**s with the hoes and the gangsters
I'm up with the dough yelling thank you
[Verse 3]
In the streets with the top off
Giving n***as every chance just to pop off
They frauds, they knock offs
They a Charmin, they are Scott soft
Tissue, what's really the issue?
Unofficial n***as always hate on the official
I ain't that kind when I blow it, ain't a whistle
I am that kind that stand over you with pistols
It is what it is and I feel no remorse
Been married to the game and we still ain't divorced
Harry with the cane, got the powder, get the cost
Doing Business, doing fitness, so I floss, of course
[Hook]
You the type of low I ain't feeling
The type that don't take care of they children
I never, ever let a n***a play me
If you get caught, don't say me
I f**s with the hoes and the gangsters
I'm up with the dough yelling thank you
I f**s with the hoes and the gangsters
I'm up with the dough yelling thank you
I f**s with the hoes and the gangsters
I'm up with the dough yelling thank you
I f**s with the hoes and the gangsters
I'm up with the dough yelling thank you