Moneybagg Yo - HOE House lyrics
Moneybagg Yo [DeMario DeWayne White Jr.] Memphis, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Moneybagg Yo - HOE House lyrics]
I issue dope out of my ho house
I count money and blow smoke out
I fuck groupies, I sell shows out
I lost niggas, I pour more out
Ain't your business, stay in your lane
Ayy don't speak on shit
You don't know 'bout
All that back and forth talkin'
If it's real beef then shots gos out, yeah
That's just how I feel about it
That's just how I'm feelin'
I'm cruisin' the foreign with some bunnies
Drop the ceiling
Ho callin' my phone, talkin' 'bout time
You ain't mine
Niggas tryna get with the gang, nah
You ain't my kind
You ain't my kind, pussy stand in line
Don't call my phone
When you do I hit decline
See shots gon' go out
They gon' ask me 'bout my whereabouts
I was at my ho house with my
Dick all in that ho mouth
Icebox got my wrist froze, on me seafood
I'm at Pappadeaux
I got my lil young bitch, mouth wide open
Trap don't ever close
I got my lil niggas on some hot shit
Ridin' with dracos if they catch a charge
Don't worry 'bout it, Bonds I make those
Thumbin' through these pesos in the
Bando with Big Dandro
I went crazy in Guns N Ammo
I must think I'm Rambo
Through money, guns, and crime, BGE
Yeah that's my famo
I handle wicks like a candle
Pull a drive-by out a Lambo
I issue dope out of my ho house
I count money and blow smoke out
I fuck groupies, I sell shows out
I lost niggas, I pour more out
Ain't your business, stay in your lane
Ayy don't speak on shit
You don't know 'bout
All that back and forth talkin'
If it's real beef then shots gos out, yeah
That's just how I feel about it
That's just how I'm feelin'
I'm cruisin' the foreign with some bunnies
Drop the ceiling
Ho callin' my phone, talkin' 'bout time
You ain't mine
Niggas tryna get with the gang, nah
You ain't my kind
Indictment time
Niggas out here droppin' dimes
I'm somewhere layin' low with my
Feet up on recline don't pay no mind
I'm just worried 'bout me and mine
You wasn't straight from the start
You a fraud, I peeped the signs
You lil niggas so behind
You need to catch up like Heinz
Diamonds, ooh they shinin'
Invested fifty in my time
I walk in Christian Loub's
Spike on my shoe like porcupine
Hitters in the trap spot, holdin'
Choppers, lookin' out blinds, Yeah
I'm on the grind, ooh I
Been runnin' up iron, Yeah
My watch ain't regular
I got them pointers in mine
I got a ho that's a dime
She never get out of line
She know if she say the wrong
Thing or speak out of turn she can get fired
I issue dope out of my ho house
I count money and blow smoke out
I fuck groupies, I sell shows out
I lost niggas, I pour more out
Ain't your business, stay in your lane
Ayy don't speak on shit
You don't know 'bout
All that back and forth talkin'
If it's real beef then shots gos out, yeah
That's just how I feel about it
That's just how I'm feelin'
I'm cruisin' the foreign with some bunnies
Drop the ceiling
Ho callin' my phone, talkin' 'bout time
You ain't mine
Niggas tryna get with the gang, nah
You ain't my kind
I count money and blow smoke out
I fuck groupies, I sell shows out
I lost niggas, I pour more out
Ain't your business, stay in your lane
Ayy don't speak on shit
You don't know 'bout
All that back and forth talkin'
If it's real beef then shots gos out, yeah
That's just how I feel about it
That's just how I'm feelin'
I'm cruisin' the foreign with some bunnies
Drop the ceiling
Ho callin' my phone, talkin' 'bout time
You ain't mine
Niggas tryna get with the gang, nah
You ain't my kind
You ain't my kind, pussy stand in line
Don't call my phone
When you do I hit decline
See shots gon' go out
They gon' ask me 'bout my whereabouts
I was at my ho house with my
Dick all in that ho mouth
Icebox got my wrist froze, on me seafood
I'm at Pappadeaux
I got my lil young bitch, mouth wide open
Trap don't ever close
I got my lil niggas on some hot shit
Ridin' with dracos if they catch a charge
Don't worry 'bout it, Bonds I make those
Thumbin' through these pesos in the
Bando with Big Dandro
I went crazy in Guns N Ammo
I must think I'm Rambo
Through money, guns, and crime, BGE
Yeah that's my famo
I handle wicks like a candle
Pull a drive-by out a Lambo
I issue dope out of my ho house
I count money and blow smoke out
I fuck groupies, I sell shows out
I lost niggas, I pour more out
Ain't your business, stay in your lane
Ayy don't speak on shit
You don't know 'bout
All that back and forth talkin'
If it's real beef then shots gos out, yeah
That's just how I feel about it
That's just how I'm feelin'
I'm cruisin' the foreign with some bunnies
Drop the ceiling
Ho callin' my phone, talkin' 'bout time
You ain't mine
Niggas tryna get with the gang, nah
You ain't my kind
Indictment time
Niggas out here droppin' dimes
I'm somewhere layin' low with my
Feet up on recline don't pay no mind
I'm just worried 'bout me and mine
You wasn't straight from the start
You a fraud, I peeped the signs
You lil niggas so behind
You need to catch up like Heinz
Diamonds, ooh they shinin'
Invested fifty in my time
I walk in Christian Loub's
Spike on my shoe like porcupine
Hitters in the trap spot, holdin'
Choppers, lookin' out blinds, Yeah
I'm on the grind, ooh I
Been runnin' up iron, Yeah
My watch ain't regular
I got them pointers in mine
I got a ho that's a dime
She never get out of line
She know if she say the wrong
Thing or speak out of turn she can get fired
I issue dope out of my ho house
I count money and blow smoke out
I fuck groupies, I sell shows out
I lost niggas, I pour more out
Ain't your business, stay in your lane
Ayy don't speak on shit
You don't know 'bout
All that back and forth talkin'
If it's real beef then shots gos out, yeah
That's just how I feel about it
That's just how I'm feelin'
I'm cruisin' the foreign with some bunnies
Drop the ceiling
Ho callin' my phone, talkin' 'bout time
You ain't mine
Niggas tryna get with the gang, nah
You ain't my kind