Hoe In You (Remix)

[Hook] Your bitch all on my phone cause she know you lame All y'all rocking leather suede, y'all all the same Know I go to [?] get designer frames And I can't fuck with you cause I can see the ho in you Oh I can see the ho in you [Verse 1 - Royce Rizzy] This the remix, I’m just doing what I’m supposed to do And y’all be sleeping on the kid and I be showing you Cartiers on so I can see the ho in you And why your bitch suck me off if she in love with you Can’t trust no nigga, can’t trust no ho And I smell like money, so that bitch gone go Fuck her, then I leave her, she get mad after Khalifa Kush is in the bong and then I dab after And I ball like Vince Carter, I should be a Raptor She said hit it from the back and make my ass fatter I’m making millions [?] and they can’t take it from me I see the ho in these niggas and they ain’t getting money [Hook] [Verse 2 – Iamsu!] X ray vision, I’m looking straight through you Do a whole lot of talking, but still can’t prove it And you could buy every single car off the lot And it still won’t make up for everything that you not I see the ho in you, yeah ain’t no way around it And ain’t no way to hide it, nigga come up out the closet Got your main bitch shaking from it She said that dick so good she want to take it from me Damn, damn, these hoes only showing off for Instagram Real niggas, we bout stacking up them Benjamins Young Suzy, Rizzy, and Khalifa man Hit the gmail, you’re looking for the fiction man [Hook] [Verse 3 - Curtis Williams] Got it by myself, boy I ain’t need no help [?] denim with the [?] belt Cobblestones got this printer surfing Know these niggas mad that this nigga working But they bitch all on my line cause they know she lame Boy I’m a real nigga, we are not the same She sniffing the plate, I’m rolling the blunt, my niggas is straight I been getting paid, booked up for these shows, you niggas is late I see the ho in all you fake niggas Had to keep my grass cut cause all you snake niggas I’m rolling weed while I’m smoking weed Ask about em, bet they know it’s me [Hook] [Verse 4 - Wiz Khalifa] I'm a young rich nigga, rocking my white tee and furs To keep it real and make a billion, I might be the first These haters just hating to hate, they just like being heard But I ain't gonna lie to 'em Just bought a new watch but I ain't got no time for em Stacking up all this change, stacking up all this change So many niggas in the way, can't enjoy the game So many pounds coming in, neighbors going berserk So many choppers in my crib, don't make 'em go to work That's all day, I fuck three the hard way They fuck with me the long way Wiz the man, shorty put me dead inside her dinner plans Damn, ain't no sense in getting sentimental She was gone soon as they sent the menu [Hook]