CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Money N' Hoes
(Intro)
Hey guys, welcome to my English podcast
Lil Exile on da beat
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Verse 1)
Lil cracker on a n***a man I ain't even try
Call me Kodak cuz I'm bout to make this audience cry
Call me X cuz you might just find me committing suicide
In that case, just know I ain't never gotten with Danae
What the f**k do you mean you done stop counting my guap
What the f**k do you mean you don't wanna sign my rap
Man I think I'll have you know
Make a milli every show
Did you know it snows in Rome
Did you know I f**ked Ms. Rhodes
Just kidding man
I really wanna f**k Amaya
Maybe she'll be impressed
With my tv big Yamaha
Smoking all this f**king weed, think I'm getting nausea
Tolerance be getting high on the motherf**king regular
I am definitely high
Say hello I say goodbye
All these b*t*hes on my side
Put avocado on rye
And I'm coppin' all these strains
Don't know if it's the right way
To utilize the term because you know I live stoner way
21
Your mom ain't sh*t when I hit her with a brick
Maybe next time she'll realize that your p*n*s ain't sh*t
Maybe next time she'll abort you when she got wit
Man I'm tripping
Why you tripping
Did you know what I am tripping
Smoked three jays in fifteen minutes
Your b*t*h all up in my business
I done broke up all my limits
Weed so dank it must be sticking
To my tongue and to my lips
As I suck it from the filter
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Outro)
Lil Mafia is embarra**ing
Music is f**king depressing
He trying real hard suppressing
Go to church so he confessing
His mother is distressing
Her att**ude perplexing
My patience it's condensing
All religion vexing
Hey guys, welcome to my English podcast
Lil Exile on da beat
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Verse 1)
Lil cracker on a n***a man I ain't even try
Call me Kodak cuz I'm bout to make this audience cry
Call me X cuz you might just find me committing suicide
In that case, just know I ain't never gotten with Danae
What the f**k do you mean you done stop counting my guap
What the f**k do you mean you don't wanna sign my rap
Man I think I'll have you know
Make a milli every show
Did you know it snows in Rome
Did you know I f**ked Ms. Rhodes
Just kidding man
I really wanna f**k Amaya
Maybe she'll be impressed
With my tv big Yamaha
Smoking all this f**king weed, think I'm getting nausea
Tolerance be getting high on the motherf**king regular
I am definitely high
Say hello I say goodbye
All these b*t*hes on my side
Put avocado on rye
And I'm coppin' all these strains
Don't know if it's the right way
To utilize the term because you know I live stoner way
21
Your mom ain't sh*t when I hit her with a brick
Maybe next time she'll realize that your p*n*s ain't sh*t
Maybe next time she'll abort you when she got wit
Man I'm tripping
Why you tripping
Did you know what I am tripping
Smoked three jays in fifteen minutes
Your b*t*h all up in my business
I done broke up all my limits
Weed so dank it must be sticking
To my tongue and to my lips
As I suck it from the filter
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Outro)
Lil Mafia is embarra**ing
Music is f**king depressing
He trying real hard suppressing
Go to church so he confessing
His mother is distressing
Her att**ude perplexing
My patience it's condensing
All religion vexing
