She in love with the dope, nigga
I ain't got no love for no hoe, nigga
She in love with the gold, nigga
I ain't got no love for no gold digger
Hundred bottles in the club, our goal nigga
I be with the third stone cold killers
Say you know that plug, I'm like so nigga
Still got them drugs in the flow nigga

I got bottles of that drank, I got money in the bank
I can put some niggas on you like piranhas in that tank
All these thirsty bitches out here like piranhas in that tank
All these bitches out here hoeing off regardless what you think
Go the hardest in the bank, I ball hard and you can't
Fuck that bitch like no tomorrow, she gon' swallow like a drink
She gon' chase you it the bars and the molly on the sink
I'm a star, I'ma shine like the diamonds in my lane
Chillin' with my feet up, gotta keep my heat up
Call her meet, I meet her, she must want that pussy beat up
I know how to treat her, swear her swisher sweeter
Smoke her like fajitas, hit her and then delete her (delete her)

She in love with the dope, nigga
I ain't got no love for no hoe, nigga
She in love with the gold, nigga
I ain't got no love for no gold digger
Hundred bottles in the club, our goal nigga
I be with the third stone cold killers
Say you know that plug, I'm like so nigga
Still got them drugs in the flow nigga

Bitch, you're a bitch
Ricky P said you was talking that shit
How you're a hoe when you ain't rich?
Need to open your mouth up and eat a dick
Niggas paying for pussy fucking up the gang
Say they're players but they're squares, y'all so fucking lame
Stop saying you're a pimp when you're tricking nigga
You ain't a pimp, you a simp you just trickin' niggas
Took her out the street, you put new shoes on her feet
She gon' fuck another rapper, she gon' fuck an athlete
You could turn her into a wife, but she still gon' be a freak
It's young Khalifa man, now just practice what I preach
I ain't paying them

She in love with the dope, nigga
I ain't got no love for no hoe, nigga
She in love with the gold, nigga
I ain't got no love for no gold digger
Hundred bottles in the club, our goal nigga
I be with the third stone cold killers
Say you know that plug, I'm like so nigga
Still got them drugs in the flow nigga

Okay, this for all my niggas, got a dope case
Don't play, police tap your phone looking for Jose
Okay, they even got some pics of all our Rose
No way you never would've thought it would be your day
Okay, what about that hoe? I think she thirsty
No way, never trust these hoes, it ain't the old days
No way, I don't get no fuck about what no hoe say
No way, she ain't good for nothing but some foreplay
Ahh ahh, should've never let her see no foe-way
Tell that bitch what she wanna hear, that's the old way
Shouldn't have let her see the crib, she won't go away
Fuck that bitch and replace her, that's a throwaway

She in love with the dope, nigga
I ain't got no love for no hoe, nigga
She in love with the gold, nigga
I ain't got no love for no gold digger
Hundred bottles in the club, our goal nigga
I be with the third stone cold killers
Say you know that plug, I'm like so nigga
Still got them drugs in the flow nigga

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Writer(s): Bryan Lamar Simmons, Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Jerami Davis, Jordan Houston