Crooked I - Ratchet Heauxs lyrics

[Chorus:] On the road to riches and diamond rings Ratchet heauxs do ratchet things f**ing all bo*ers' the songs she sings Groupie hoes do groupie things And it make you wanna k** the b**h Ratchet heauxs do ratchet things I said it make you wanna k** the b**h Groupie hoes do groupie things. [Verse:] You a ratchet a** set a n***a up Boys, money a**, groupie a**, no cla** Low cash, broke a**, b**h [Chorus:] On the road to riches and diamond rings Ratchet heauxs do ratchet things f**ing all bo*ers' the songs she sings Groupie hoes do groupie things And it make you wanna k** the b**h Ratchet heauxs do ratchet things I said it make you wanna k** the b**h Groupie hoes do groupie things. [Verse:] You a ratchet a** set a n***a up Boys, money a**, groupie a**, no cla** Low cash, broke a**, b**h Steady sh** talking, b**h get walking You know I'm pissed off I don't talk like this often You say I'm on a show over this tip When it's 40 below snowing and sh** And still nothing cold as a b**h She almost as low as a snitch On a toad and pole of those who belong in the ditch I had to give his mother the news This chick set my home boy up n***as rushed in, whacked my home boy up I'm f**ing confused She was in love with my dude, Just my home boy's luck He trusted the wrong hoe 50 thousands in jury, put his beautiful kids On the funeral front row And I'm 'posed to let it go, ok I feel you But if I ever see you b**h, I'm a k** you [Chorus:] On the road to riches and diamond rings Ratchet heauxs do ratchet things f**ing all bo*ers' the songs she sings Groupie hoes do groupie things And it make you wanna k** the b**h Ratchet heauxs do ratchet things I said it make you wanna k** the b**h Groupie hoes do groupie things. [Verse:] You a ratchet a** reality show Wanna star an a**, Always looking pa** a good hard working man Ass b**h See a broke n***a the hoe is laughing Knowing damn well your account is over drafting f** a regular n***a main she looking for a dry pick Her goal is to marry him then divorce him on some half sh** If she don't get that far, with that star She got some black mellon photographs to get that car Or put them on media take out He pulling the media cake out Before the bomb drop in his back yard And on facebook the b**h act hard And soon as you see that groupie sh** Diss that broad Don't be like me, you know how these girls are They nuts over ours nuts kinds like squirrels are I lift my problems, put my drama on the curl ball Still my still my still my still my Was on world star [Chorus:] On the road to riches and diamond rings Ratchet heauxs do ratchet things f**ing all bo*ers' the songs she sings Groupie hoes do groupie things And it make you wanna k** the b**h Ratchet heauxs do ratchet things I said it make you wanna k** the b**h Groupie hoes do groupie things. [Outro:] Yeah I put my trust in you Ya know what I mean I never would've thought you would do me like that