Money, Clothes, Hoes (MCH)

[Hook] And I stay up on my toes Money, clothes, hoes (x3) They say anything goes For money, clothes, hoes (x3) [Verse 1] 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 G.I. 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 G.I. 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 [Hook] [Verse 2] 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 G.I. 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 G.I. 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 [Hook]