DJ Drama, 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

I got diamonds on my wood
Bitches on my phone
Serve these hoes like dope
They just can’t leave this dick alone
You remind me of my jeep
Got that for the broads
Took less than a week to hit
That sweet and take it off
Bust it open for a pimp, make ya daddy proud
Boy y'all bet she blow
She blow this dick I blow this cloud
And we stay on purple drank, OG in my wood
Only smoke that Cali shit
I put that on my hood
I be thuggin' to the death of me
Straight GI rider
Ain't no pussy in my pedigree
I mix the Molly with the
Keisha that's my recipe
I just sit back and let this
Reefer get the best of me, the best of me
And I be thugging to the death of me
Straight GI rider
Ain't no pussy in my pedigree
I mix the Molly with the
Keisha that's my recipe
I just sit back and let this
Reefa get the best of me
And niggas know that

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

Got Versaces on my frame, Fendi on my waist
Girl you keep that clean
Come sit that right here on my face
Said she got that super wet
We can super freak keep it on the low
Don't put my business in the street
You remind me of my jeep
Something like my sounds
Girl you know what's up, you turn it up
I beat it down
It's the realest niggas in it
You already know gangsta of the year
Got that like 4 times in a 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
Keisha that's my recipe
I just sit back and let this
Reefer get the best of me i get excited
I be pimpin' 'til the death of me
Straight GI rider
Ain't no trickin' 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 niggas knows that

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