"Ex Ho" lyrics
Yeah, okay
That light work
Yeah, yeah (I don't know, I don't know)
They like what up
Bruh look, I don't know
Rock that shit the fuck out Hari
Ho keep asking about my ex ho, I don't know about my ex ho
I know about these guns though, pass this bitch like Lonzo
I couldn't be no broke ass nigga screaming 'bout no ho, had to get my funds up
Lil Tony a bitch, nigga, run up, we gon' see who get off, put your gun up
Rich bitches love me 'cause I'm rich as fuck
Slick as fuck, so they can't trip me up
I done had my fair share with that ho and she done did too much
I done had my fair share with that Glizzy
Done fucked up my first drill, then I came back and I got busy, no kizzy
Okay, she like to fuck, well that's all you gon' say?
Bae, we gon' hold what you say
She like, "Tony, you be tripping, when is we gon' fuck?"
When you get the fuck out my face
Back then was boring, I had the black truck, now you should suck dick in the Wraith
I got a new bitch tomorrow, baby, you should've did it today
I done got rich with my brother on pape
Ain't do it for money, I did it on fate
It's more 'bout the principle, shit, you don't get it
'Cause you's a fuck nigga, you couldn't relate
I was taught young cut the head off a snake
'Cause if you don't, they'll bite the head off your face
Shit getting tricky inside of these streets
So I gotta stay low 'cause I gotta remain
Sucker ass shit finna drive me insane
Fake rapping ass industry, this shit be lame
Fuck a bustdown, I'ma go buy a plane
'Cause it ain't 'bout the looks and it ain't 'bout the fame
It's more what you got inside [?] than what you got beside your name
'Cause I know some fuck niggas who done got money
And I know some real niggas who done got played
Money, money, money, drugs, bitches and guns is all that I think about
I be stuck in the trap tryna make it out
All these rap niggas fake it to make it out
I ain't hating, do your thing, you claim you rap
There's enough money for everybody
But everybody ain't finna go out and make it rock
I'm with [?] and HariRoc
Ho keep asking about my ex ho, I don't know about my ex ho
I know about these guns though, pass this bitch like Lonzo
I couldn't be no broke ass nigga screaming 'bout no ho, had to get my funds up
Lil Tony a bitch, nigga, run up, we gon' see who get off, put your gun up
Rich bitches love me 'cause I'm rich as fuck
Slick as fuck, so they can't trip me up
I done had my fair share with that ho and she done did too much
I done had my fair share with that Glizzy
Done fucked up my first drill, then I came back and I got busy, no kizzy
Okay
Okay
Okay, I done got busy, okay
I done got rich, okay, okay
[?]
I threw out the Drac', okay
That light work
Yeah, yeah (I don't know, I don't know)
They like what up
Bruh look, I don't know
Rock that shit the fuck out Hari
Ho keep asking about my ex ho, I don't know about my ex ho
I know about these guns though, pass this bitch like Lonzo
I couldn't be no broke ass nigga screaming 'bout no ho, had to get my funds up
Lil Tony a bitch, nigga, run up, we gon' see who get off, put your gun up
Rich bitches love me 'cause I'm rich as fuck
Slick as fuck, so they can't trip me up
I done had my fair share with that ho and she done did too much
I done had my fair share with that Glizzy
Done fucked up my first drill, then I came back and I got busy, no kizzy
Okay, she like to fuck, well that's all you gon' say?
Bae, we gon' hold what you say
She like, "Tony, you be tripping, when is we gon' fuck?"
When you get the fuck out my face
Back then was boring, I had the black truck, now you should suck dick in the Wraith
I got a new bitch tomorrow, baby, you should've did it today
I done got rich with my brother on pape
Ain't do it for money, I did it on fate
It's more 'bout the principle, shit, you don't get it
'Cause you's a fuck nigga, you couldn't relate
I was taught young cut the head off a snake
'Cause if you don't, they'll bite the head off your face
Shit getting tricky inside of these streets
So I gotta stay low 'cause I gotta remain
Sucker ass shit finna drive me insane
Fake rapping ass industry, this shit be lame
Fuck a bustdown, I'ma go buy a plane
'Cause it ain't 'bout the looks and it ain't 'bout the fame
It's more what you got inside [?] than what you got beside your name
'Cause I know some fuck niggas who done got money
And I know some real niggas who done got played
Money, money, money, drugs, bitches and guns is all that I think about
I be stuck in the trap tryna make it out
All these rap niggas fake it to make it out
I ain't hating, do your thing, you claim you rap
There's enough money for everybody
But everybody ain't finna go out and make it rock
I'm with [?] and HariRoc
Ho keep asking about my ex ho, I don't know about my ex ho
I know about these guns though, pass this bitch like Lonzo
I couldn't be no broke ass nigga screaming 'bout no ho, had to get my funds up
Lil Tony a bitch, nigga, run up, we gon' see who get off, put your gun up
Rich bitches love me 'cause I'm rich as fuck
Slick as fuck, so they can't trip me up
I done had my fair share with that ho and she done did too much
I done had my fair share with that Glizzy
Done fucked up my first drill, then I came back and I got busy, no kizzy
Okay
Okay
Okay, I done got busy, okay
I done got rich, okay, okay
[?]
I threw out the Drac', okay
