It's a lot been going on mane, you know I'm saying'
Time for me to address this shit
Tired of hearing about it
Let's go, yeah
(These hoes)
They for everybody
Pass them all around, they at every party
They ain't gon' be loyal, not for anybody
Still I love these hoes
(These hoes)
They for everybody
Oh, that was your girl? Oops, I'm sorry
Don't bring her around, this just too much money
Yeah I love these hoes
She's a super-freak, super-freak
Met her in Liv last week, she was in there with me
In VIP, then she left with me
She said she fuck with Breezy
Do I wanna keep it? Nah, that ho too sleazy
Now she fuck with Jeezy
Don't believe me? The shit's all over TV
Now she work the pole, but you ain't know
That's how she make her dough
Seen her in the Yo
She was so throwed, forgot we met before
She say she fuck with Drake
I ain't surprised, all these hoes fucking with Drake
I asked why she out this way
Said she on a date, then she left with Trey
When will niggas learn?
Hoes like a doorknob, everybody gets a turn
Chicks be so high class on the internet
But don't got shit she earned
She got that bag from Juicy J
She got that ass from Rudy Gay
Now your silly ass down on one knee
What the fuck man, is you cray?
(These hoes)
They for everybody
Pass them all around, they at every party
They ain't gon' be loyal, not for anybody
Still I love these hoes
(These hoes)
They for everybody
Oh, that was your girl? Oops, I'm sorry
Don't bring her around, this just too much money
Yeah I love these hoes
Man, I feel in love with a stripper
Funny thing is I fell back out of love quicker
They don't pay attention to the love anyway
They only concerned with what the haters say
Bottles be turnin' these girls into thots
Instagram turnin' these wives into hoes
No real life they just readin' the comments
Mess with a real one and get you exposed
I had a time when my mind was caught up
My niggas was lookin' like what is he on
My family was too scared to talk to a nigga
Ain't comin' back no the case just got closed
She do what she told
Sharin' is carin' that pussy ain't gold
Sorry you ain't in control
You all about that money, that's shit that I throw
Just make sure you clean off that pole
They turn on the TV and get on the gram
And say that's relationship goals
Trust me don't save em' anything goes with
(These hoes)
They for everybody
Pass them all around, they at every party (Every goddamn one of them)
They ain't gon' be loyal, not for anybody (And I ain't picky)
Still I love these hoes (I'll take a few)
(These hoes)
They for everybody (Juicy J wadup nigga)
Oh, that was your girl? Oops, I'm sorry (Taylor Gang)
Don't bring her around, this just too much money
Yeah I love these hoes
Stop cuffing my nigga
Is you the police?
Is you the police?
Is you the police?
Why you cuffing my nigga?
Is you the police?
Is you the police?
Is you the police?
(These hoes)
They for everybody
Pass them all around, they at every party
They ain't gon' be loyal, not for anybody
Still I love these hoes
(These hoes)
They for everybody
Oh, that was your girl? Oops, I'm sorry
Don't bring her around, this just too much money
Yeah I love these hoes
Writer(s): CAMERON THOMAZ, JORDAN HOUSTON, TIMOTHY THOMAS, THERON THOMAS, LUKASZ GOTTWALD, HENRY RUSSELL WALTER
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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