Текст песни Own Hoes - Stt Laurentt

I ain't finna gotta tell you non
Funny how they all change up
Funny how I got my money up
Now I seen the whole case blown
They ain't really wanna see me up
They ain't really wanna see me blow
Sad world that we living in
I ain't really wanna see em no more anyway
Sippin' on shit while I'm smokin' on gas
It's the Henny way
Stackin' up bands I got my cash it's plenty ways
Y'all really broke as a bitch
So you better stay out my fucking face
My hitters gon' leave you dead no trace
Ain't got no time for fuckin' snakes
I peeped your ass, I know you fake
You can't be lyin' to no king
You can't be lyin' like you the way
You can't be dressin' with no swag
That's why your bitch came home with me
Yo shawty just walked out the crib
I got them Cartier's on my shades bitch

Spin the block in any whip
They know my fuckin' pockets fat
They be tryin' to get fuckin' rich
With their penny stocks
Bitch I ain't on that
I finna just spin the block, yeah I trap it up
I'm a money man
I've forever been in the booth
Since the day dot
What you stunting man?

Oh, check on your pronunciation
Rap game gon' rule on the nation
Big bag, I'm hard like pavement
High off my head like spaceship
Body bag these bitches if they playin' with my name like that
Shawty like them bad boys
That's why she in my face and that
Dub seven, mac eleven
Shock your ass like a taser man
No one pressin' like I'm pressin
That's how I know they fakin' man
Cop the denim, cop the kicks
I ain't even finna go check the tag, yeah

Don't hit me for no photos
Unless you bring your own hoes, yeah
Don't hit me for no photo
Unless you bring your own hoes, yeah
Ha