D.J. Paul - Charging These Hoes lyrics

[Hook] What them n***as doing? Charging these hoes (Hoes, hoes, they ain't nothing but hoes) [Verse 1: DJ Paul] What the true players doing, ooh? They making these hoes pay The mothaf**in' cost, to the real mothaf**in' boss Pimping is how I make my living, you fools need to keep paying b**h That's why you getting poor, I'm sturdy getting rich Why they paying these hoes I can't fear it after The b**h be chewing is throwing her whole f**ing back out And not get a dime after, what? ho I don't need ya What? I'm gonna eat ya, b**h I'm 'bout to beat ya And what's up with them hoes who made the song Chewing Ass n***a Tramp-a** b**h have you forgot that I had the picture from the cam-corder In the closet, caught you hoes slipping, these b**hes be getting mad When they here, their name on the tape, they start to tripping That's how it is f**ing with a Backyard n***a My n***a Lord Infamous got fingers on the trigger Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score Yo Juicy, what the n***as doing? (They charging these hoes, mane) [Hook] [Verse 2: Juicy J] I met a little freak b**h, who always wore tight sh** Had five kids and her p**y 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 b**h, n***as like me never quit Big nose red b**h, 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 n***a 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 n***a down for his Yeah, you hoes know the score, wanna f**, gimme the dough Credit cards, crazy checks, all that type of sh** will go To you little dirty freaks, keep my name out your mouth Unless you want a job b**h, that's what I'm talking about [Hook]