Freddie Gibbs - Money, Clothes, Hoes (MCH) lyrics

And I stay up on my toes
Money, clothes, hoes they say anything goes
For money, clothes, hoes
And I stay up on my toes
Money, clothes, hoes they say anything goes
For money, clothes, hoes

I got diamonds on my wood
Bitches on my phone
Sturdy hoes like those they just
Can't leave this dick alone
You remind me of my chick
Got that for the bros
Took less than a week to hit
That sweet and take it out
Pussy open for a pimp, make your daddy proud
Boy I bet she goes
She blow this dick I blow this pound
And we stay on purple drank OG in my wood
Only smoke that Cali shit I
Put that on my hood
I be thugging to the death
Of me straight GI rider
Ain't no pussy in my pedigree
I mix the Molly with the
Kesha that's my recipe
I just sit back and let this
Reefer get the best of me
And now I be thugging to the
Death of me straight GI rider
Ain't no pussy in my pedigree
I mix the Molly with the
Kesha that's my recipe
I just sit back and let this
Reefa get the best of me
And niggas know that

Got Versaces on my frame, Fendi on my waist
Girl you keep that thing up sit
Right up here on my face
She got that super wet, we get super freak
Keep it on the low don't put
My business in the street
You remind me of my chief
Something like my sound
Girl you know what's up you turned
It up I beat it down
It's the realest niggas in
It you already know gangsta of the year
Got like 4 times in the row
I be thuggin' to the death
Of me straight GI rider
Ain't no pussy in my pedigree
I mix the Molly with the
Kesha that's my recipe
I just sit back and let this
Reefer get the best of me
I'll be pimpin' 'til the death
Of me straight GI rider
Ain't no pussy in my pedigree
I mix the Molly with the
Kesha that's my recipe
I just sit back and let this
Reefa get the best of me and niggas knows