In a blisteringly candid anthem, Bhad Bhabie stakes her claim on authenticity while calling out the phoniness she sees around her. This bold track is a fearless declaration of individuality and success, drenched in swagger and unfiltered truth. She dismisses those who fake their worth, flaunting her genuine riches—both monetary and personal. Money? It's as green as a Ceelo, and as real as the fire in her words. Critics and copycats beware, for Bhad Bhabie has no time for superficial drama or insincere gestures. Her message? Stand on your own merit, because she certainly does. And as for anyone thinking they can compare? Don't even try it. This song is a battle cry against pretense, celebrating the power of being unapologetically true to oneself.
These Heaux
Lyrics
I ain't nothin' like these hoes (no)
Don't compare me to no one (don't do it)
Money green like a Ceelo (yup)
Yeah, my pocket so swollen
I ain't nothing like these hoes (no)
Don't compare me to no one (don't do it)
Money green like a Ceelo
Yeah, my pocket so swollen
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Look these hoes be fake flossin'
Fake ass jewelry, got a neck rash (eww)
These hoes be fake ballin'
Tax money that shit won't last (bye)
These hoes be dick riding, think they gone come up 'cause they let you fuck (you a hoe)
These hoes be full of drama, they always with the extra
These hoes, they wake up, they beggin'
On the ground, they be fake flexin' (why you lyin')
These hoes, they wake up, they broke (eww)
They mattresses be on the floor (haha)
These hoes, they wake up they nasty
They runnin' they mouth, they so petty (petty)
These hoes, they feed of attention (yup)
Zero time, that's what I give 'em
I ain't nothin' like these hoes (no)
Don't compare me to no one (don't do it)
Money green like a Ceelo (yup)
Yeah, my pocket so swollen
I ain't nothing like these hoes (no)
Don't compare me to no one (don't do it)
Money green like a Ceelo
Yeah, my pocket so swollen
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Look, these hoes be lackin', see me in the back
They talk all this shit, but don't say it in person
Won't catch me off guard on no boulevard
Four in my car, and my driver my guard
Water, water drippin', come take a peak
You in trailer hoe, bitch you can't compete
I'm riding solo don't need no one but me
Run up a check, yeah we runnin' the streets
Red cup? No it ain't Kool-aid
Got me fed up, you hoes too fake (yeah)
One minute he your man, he your ride or die (haha)
Next minute on the 'Gram with a new bae (wow)
These hoes, these hoes, shame on these hoes (fakin bitch)
I'm in the Maybach, I heard you got repoed
Hair done, diamonds on, need a pea coat (bitch)
Heard the feds listening, gotta speak low
I ain't nothin' like these hoes (no)
Don't compare me to no one (don't do it)
Money green like a Ceelo (yup)
Yeah, my pocket so swollen
I ain't nothing like these hoes (no)
Don't compare me to no one (don't do it)
Money green like a Ceelo
Yeah, my pocket so swollen
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Look
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Writer(s): Armond Kendrick, Brittany Barber, Danielle Bregoli, Larry L. Jacks
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, CTM OUTLANDER MUSIC LP, Spirit Music Group
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