If she don't care bout gettin money, that shit make me sick in my stomach
Why the f*ck would I wanna be with you, can't showhow much you love me
Ratchet bitch straight from the hood, want my money, tryna dub me
I done told that lil bitch no, now she screamin' out, its f*ck me
One less problem in my life, with more money just comin' in
Go ahead, take that attitude out the front door, find another man
Throw a five up in her face, hope it's not the gen
And don't you dare try to set me up, cause this shit don't jam
They say happiness don't stem from that money
I beg to differ, my life was shit when I ain't have no money
I beg to differ, I ain't have no choice when I look crummy
How could you blame them hoes for not loving me
Cause I know how to look straight through they face, through they smile
Don't want them Hollywood hoes anyways, too many miles
Ain't no reason to play pretend, baby, get the f*ck out my house
Baby, I got a red eye to catch, like, one, two hours
Please don't put your hands all in my face, girl, I don't play
Please don't push my buttons, Ill knock a bitch straight out her J's
She mad at me, I'm tryna help her change her ways
We both need money flowin' in that safe
If she don't care bout gettin money, that shit make me sick in my stomach
Why the f*ck would I wanna be with you, can't showhow much you love me
Ratchet bitch straight from the hood, want my money, tryna dub me
I done told that lil bitch no, now she screamin' out, its f*ck me
One less problem in my life, with more money just comin' in
Go ahead, take that attitude out the front door, find another man
Throw a five up in her face, hope it's not the gen
And don't you dare try to set me up, cause this shit don't jam
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If she don't care bout gettin money, that shit make me sick in my stomach
Why the f*ck would I wanna be with you, can't showhow much you love me
Ratchet bitch straight from the hood, want my money, tryna dub me
I done told that lil bitch no, now she screamin' out, its f*ck me
One less problem in my life, with more money just comin' in
Go ahead, take that attitude out the front door, find another man
Throw a five up in her face, hope it's not the gen
And don't you dare try to set me up, cause this shit don't jam
They say happiness don't stem from that money
I beg to differ, my life was shit when I ain't have no money
I beg to differ, I ain't have no choice when I look crummy
How could you blame them hoes for not loving me
Cause I know how to look straight through they face, through they smile
Don't want them Hollywood hoes anyways, too many miles
Ain't no reason to play pretend, baby, get the f*ck out my house
Baby, I got a red eye to catch, like, one, two hours
Please don't put your hands all in my face, girl, I don't play
Please don't push my buttons, Ill knock a bitch straight out her J's
She mad at me, I'm tryna help her change her ways
We both need money flowin' in that safe
If she don't care bout gettin money, that shit make me sick in my stomach
Why the f*ck would I wanna be with you, can't showhow much you love me
Ratchet bitch straight from the hood, want my money, tryna dub me
I done told that lil bitch no, now she screamin' out, its f*ck me
One less problem in my life, with more money just comin' in
Go ahead, take that attitude out the front door, find another man
Throw a five up in her face, hope it's not the gen
And don't you dare try to set me up, cause this shit don't jam
Why the f*ck would I wanna be with you, can't showhow much you love me
Ratchet bitch straight from the hood, want my money, tryna dub me
I done told that lil bitch no, now she screamin' out, its f*ck me
One less problem in my life, with more money just comin' in
Go ahead, take that attitude out the front door, find another man
Throw a five up in her face, hope it's not the gen
And don't you dare try to set me up, cause this shit don't jam
They say happiness don't stem from that money
I beg to differ, my life was shit when I ain't have no money
I beg to differ, I ain't have no choice when I look crummy
How could you blame them hoes for not loving me
Cause I know how to look straight through they face, through they smile
Don't want them Hollywood hoes anyways, too many miles
Ain't no reason to play pretend, baby, get the f*ck out my house
Baby, I got a red eye to catch, like, one, two hours
Please don't put your hands all in my face, girl, I don't play
Please don't push my buttons, Ill knock a bitch straight out her J's
She mad at me, I'm tryna help her change her ways
We both need money flowin' in that safe
If she don't care bout gettin money, that shit make me sick in my stomach
Why the f*ck would I wanna be with you, can't showhow much you love me
Ratchet bitch straight from the hood, want my money, tryna dub me
I done told that lil bitch no, now she screamin' out, its f*ck me
One less problem in my life, with more money just comin' in
Go ahead, take that attitude out the front door, find another man
Throw a five up in her face, hope it's not the gen
And don't you dare try to set me up, cause this shit don't jam
Writer: Andrew Howell
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