Lyrics All of These Hoes - Erica Banks

Bitch
Ayy, ayy, ayy (What the fuck?)
Uh
(1501 Certified, SGT J turn it up)
All of these hoes be flexin′, uh (Flexin')
All of these hoes be hatin′, bitch (Ayy)
None of these hoes get money on sight
All of these hoes be naked, uh
All of these hoes my kids, ayy (On God)
All of these hoes be broke, uh
All of these hoes gon' stomp one time
All of these hoes be jokes, ayy (On God)
Ride on this ho like a Harley, uh (Ride)
Really, I'm just gettin′ started (Really, I′m just gettin' started)
Diamonds be dancin′, that necklace retarded (Dance)
Eat on that pussy, he messy like Marvin (Ayy, ayy)
That's why they hatin′ and that's why they upset (Ayy)
Mad ′cause y'all partner ain't up next (Pussy)
Mad ′cause she not in the cut yet
Need her a mic and a trumpet
I let the ho slide ′cause I'm cool with her partner (Let the ho slide)
He lookin′ around 'cause he think they gon′ rob him (Period)
Cologne on his shirt and cologne on his collar
Servin' them gourds to make up for a dollar (Serve)
They′re plottin' and lookin' and checkin′ and shit (Plot)
Mad ′cause he wanted some sex with a bitch (Uh)
Told him I'm good, need a check with a dick
And these bitches be wildin′, they messy and shit, uh
All of these hoes be flexin', uh (Flexin′)
All of these hoes be hatin', bitch (Ayy)
None of these hoes get money on sight
All of these hoes be naked, uh
All of these hoes my kids, ayy
All of these hoes be broke, uh (On God)
All of these hoes gon′ stomp one time
All of these hoes be jokes, ayy (On God)
Why you wanna play like this? Uh (Play like this)
Why you wanna try me now, bitch? (Huh?)
Talkin' to your nigga on the phone and
Say he wanna take me down, sis
I know what he like and what he need, ayy (Go)
Say he wanna get up with me, uh (No cap)
Maybe that's why you hate so much
Nigga be all in my kidney, uh
Keepin′ bitches on they toes, uh (Toes),
Bitches on they phone (Bitches on they phone)
Lookin′ twice and double tappin' why they think I got the hoes (Bitch)
I don′t want 'em,
I be chillin′ (I don't want ′em), I be coolin' in my zone (Uh)
Bitches love to talk on pages, but don't talk it in a song, uh (Ho)
Shirt light red like Kool-Aid (Kool-Aid)
Trendsetter, ayy, like two days (Uh)
Eat from the side, don′t cheat from the side (Eat)
Opps finna die like hooray, uh (No cap)
I don′t got time for a broke bitch (Nope)
Pedal to the metal, I'm gone, uh (Gone)
I done been up since six now (Six)
Now he wanna fuck ′cause I'm on, ayy
All of these hoes be flexin′, uh (Flexin')
All of these hoes be hatin′, bitch (Ayy)
None of these hoes get money on sight
All of these hoes be naked, uh
All of these hoes my kids, ayy
All of these hoes be broke, uh (On God)
All of these hoes gon' stomp one time
All of these hoes be jokes, ayy (On God)