Lloyd - The Question lyrics

I got ten of the finest hoes in the world working for me I'm getting a hundred dollars a day from each ho I've been having a good time Won't they just leave me alone? Would they? I've had enough out of you I couldn't take more sh** from you Goldie The party's over baby, let's go home It's reality I don't see this, do me a favor And take old Judas goat over there And I want you to just get the f** out of my face, okay? Uhhhhhhhhhh Yea Aaahhhhhhhh Enemies, the monster trucks Pimps seeing by being a drug Promethazine and paper cuts Jewelry obvious gets And I don't give a f** Only like them ghetto s*uts Tattoos, the letter that Double D's and big old buts Girl, I can make it rain, hurricane Katrina Looking for the baddest things, tell me have you seen er? Ridin a cut in these lanes, hammer girl and Keyshia Try me all you want, there ain't no maxing out this Visa I know! Baby say that I'm conceded But I just feel like Michael Jack cause I go to war and I beat it Premium Benz, it ain't about our 3 day all tuxedos Well there's only room for me and you Imagine things that we can do girl So faded now, I'm gone Don't even know the name of the girl I'm on I wonder what am I doing here? So turned, so turned up Girl up in your centerfold And the only thing that I want know Is what am I doing here? So high up