"Money Cash Hoes_PINK" lyrics
(feat. Junii & Jazmen Safina)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, one two, one two, one two
One two, one two, one two
Yeah, yeah
Know what this is
Yeah
I can't fake
I can't fold
I can't let ego go
My bitch fine
My bitch cold
Can't fall in love
That shit bogus
Fuck on hoes
All I know
Hit and go
Pass to the bros
Learned my ways
Straight from Hov
Money, cash, hoes, yeah
Used to feel like money, cash, hoes was the way to live my life by
Anything for lust, we was on it, that's the lifestyle
Also wanted bread 'cause without it you ain't have shit
Risk my freedom for a fast lick if the price high
Reminisce on days as a teen, dodging principals
Our principles was Hov songs, doing what us niggas do
Me and P cleaning up our roster
Hit 'em, then pass 'em to the bro after I knock 'em
Feed 'em love tales
The nigga that she think she grew love is an imposter
Lil' baby, I got options
Why settle? Big told me, "Fuck bitches, get paid"
Quick flings, no love or feelings get traded
It ain't hit me at that age
But my sister married way too early to know it
The guilt of lettin' ppl down and weight on her shoulders
Had to bounce back from it and never get closure
Smiled about it like it's nothin', but faking the moment
'Cause at a point, that was everything you dreamed of
Now ain't not much at all
Gotta heal and pause
Life fast-forward, got a king with a tribe tryna build it all
Still building walls
Cuttin' feelings off every time yo alarms ring
The next gotta carry yo baggage with a false peace
Later build a family, trying not to hand it down to yo offsprings
Can't tell me love don't cost things
Real soul
I can't fake
I can't fold
I can't let ego go
My bitch fine
My bitch cold
Can't fall in love
That shit bogus
Fuck on hoes
All I know
Hit and go
Pass to the bros
Learned my ways
Straight from, uh
Learned my ways straight from, uh
I can't even fake it, nigga, sorry
The race through all these bitches, call me
Chasin' blues
The pace I move is probably made to screw
Or make me lose the obvious
Lose the obvious
Lose the obvious
Yeah, yeah
Product of my environment
Got bodies piling in
Told my ex I'd never lie again
I was lying then
My value attached to finer hoes, finer things
I be GPS'ing after clubs, bag a bitch and guide her in
Self-worth attached
To women I could get back
You ain't no real nigga if hit list ain't stacked
Built habits that was hard to kick, got stuck
Had a talk with my therapist about how I grew up
Addiction ran in my bloodline
I'll never be like them niggas, that's on mine
Not knowing I was walking in them shoes presently
Addicted up heavily
Idle time, tequila and pussy be my remedy
In the Ferrari or Jaguars, switching four lanes
Top down, screaming out, "Money ain't a thang"
World don't spin if I don't got green
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
That's on my soul, nigga, that's on my soul
That's on my soul, uh
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money, yeah
One two, one two, one two
Yeah, yeah
Know what this is
Yeah
I can't fake
I can't fold
I can't let ego go
My bitch fine
My bitch cold
Can't fall in love
That shit bogus
Fuck on hoes
All I know
Hit and go
Pass to the bros
Learned my ways
Straight from Hov
Money, cash, hoes, yeah
Used to feel like money, cash, hoes was the way to live my life by
Anything for lust, we was on it, that's the lifestyle
Also wanted bread 'cause without it you ain't have shit
Risk my freedom for a fast lick if the price high
Reminisce on days as a teen, dodging principals
Our principles was Hov songs, doing what us niggas do
Me and P cleaning up our roster
Hit 'em, then pass 'em to the bro after I knock 'em
Feed 'em love tales
The nigga that she think she grew love is an imposter
Lil' baby, I got options
Why settle? Big told me, "Fuck bitches, get paid"
Quick flings, no love or feelings get traded
It ain't hit me at that age
But my sister married way too early to know it
The guilt of lettin' ppl down and weight on her shoulders
Had to bounce back from it and never get closure
Smiled about it like it's nothin', but faking the moment
'Cause at a point, that was everything you dreamed of
Now ain't not much at all
Gotta heal and pause
Life fast-forward, got a king with a tribe tryna build it all
Still building walls
Cuttin' feelings off every time yo alarms ring
The next gotta carry yo baggage with a false peace
Later build a family, trying not to hand it down to yo offsprings
Can't tell me love don't cost things
Real soul
I can't fake
I can't fold
I can't let ego go
My bitch fine
My bitch cold
Can't fall in love
That shit bogus
Fuck on hoes
All I know
Hit and go
Pass to the bros
Learned my ways
Straight from, uh
Learned my ways straight from, uh
I can't even fake it, nigga, sorry
The race through all these bitches, call me
Chasin' blues
The pace I move is probably made to screw
Or make me lose the obvious
Lose the obvious
Lose the obvious
Yeah, yeah
Product of my environment
Got bodies piling in
Told my ex I'd never lie again
I was lying then
My value attached to finer hoes, finer things
I be GPS'ing after clubs, bag a bitch and guide her in
Self-worth attached
To women I could get back
You ain't no real nigga if hit list ain't stacked
Built habits that was hard to kick, got stuck
Had a talk with my therapist about how I grew up
Addiction ran in my bloodline
I'll never be like them niggas, that's on mine
Not knowing I was walking in them shoes presently
Addicted up heavily
Idle time, tequila and pussy be my remedy
In the Ferrari or Jaguars, switching four lanes
Top down, screaming out, "Money ain't a thang"
World don't spin if I don't got green
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
That's on my soul, nigga, that's on my soul
That's on my soul, uh
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money, yeah
