She think I got hoes, baby I got bruised
now you're getting too attached
She think I got hoes, baby I got bruised
I really just don't like you,
I'm up on my ass, get up out your bag
I don't wanna build with you
I just wanna chill with you
Fuckin' take a pill or two
I don't wanna meet your dad
I just wanna eat your ass
Fishy like a piece of bass
Flip it, work it, suck it, jerk it
Bust it, drive it, fly it, pie it
no you can't meet my momma
Fever's the key in my karma
She think I got hoes, baby I got bros
now you're getting to a tag
She think I got hoes, baby I got bros
I really just don't like you,
All up on my ass, forget about your bag
now you're getting to a tag
I like pesos, I like cash
I like cities, I smoke hash,
I like titties, I like gas
Got no money, I got hard,
too much coffee, I might fart
Smoke a ciggy, gun a shot,
hit the bathroom, make some art
I'm an artist like Picasso
And my brush is my eyes on you
Off topic, but I want an open relationship
She think I got hoes, baby I got bros
it's how you get into a tag
She think I got hoes, baby I got bros
I really just don't like you,
Hop up on my ass, forget about your bag
it's how you get into a tag