Trends

Uh
Shawty wet cause she gon get it she on go (go, go)
We money chasers just in case you didn't know (didn’t know)
Been setting trends for all you groupies and you hoes (and you hoes)
Bitches just be hating ain't no competition though
And I put that on my soul
You been fucking with the opps
And I can't fuck with you no more (yuh)
All these boys going out sad cause they be tweaked over some hoes
I won’t ever go out bad I keep that stick on me fosho

BB Simon on my waist no these ain't fashion nova jeans (nova jeans)
Gotta addicted to the money think it turned me to a fiend (to a fiеnd)
Had to get it out the mud the othеr side ain't always green (ain't always green)
Ain't no days off in this bitch gotta get it by any means (yuh)
Rich bitch top-notch Prada for the chill
Touch down in LA im at the top what's in the hills
I'm on Melrose in that [?] got the bag inside the whip
In the [?] pistol packing bitch I'm really just a kid

Uh
Shawty wet cause she gon get it she on go (go, go)
We money chasers just in case you didn’t know (didn’t know)
Been setting trends for all you groupies and you hoes (and you hoes)
Bitches just be hating ain't no competition though
And I put that on my soul
You been fucking with the opps
And I can’t fuck with you no more (yuh)
All these boys going out sad cause they be tweaked over some hoes
I won't ever go out bad I keep that stick on me fosho

Yeah, uh, new money, new bitch, told that boy to back up (back up)
These bitches in they feelings going broke, be trying to catch up (trying to catch up)
You know all my bitches pretty, getting to it said to Tony tryna match us, he tryna match us
I'm gon' pull off in that skrt pack when I’m cruising on my block
All these bitches do you dirty, like my cup is full of Wock'
Living good through all the red lights, moving fast it ain't no stops
I got rich within a year for all the hoes who pocket watch

Uh
Shawty wet cause she gon get it she on go (go, go)
We money chasers just in case you didn't know (didn't know)
Been setting trends for all you groupies and you hoes (and you hoes)
Bitches just be hating ain't no competition though
And I put that on my soul
You been fucking with the opps
And I can't fuck with you no more (yuh)
All these boys going out sad cause they be tweaked over some hoes
I won't ever go out bad I keep that stick on me fosho