Yeah, yeah, yeah, you talk too much ***

You know niggaz always talkin bout bitches ain't ***

Money over bitches

We give all our money to the bitches any ***in' way

I love my bitch, so I'ma send some love out to the bitches, holla ***, here's somethin' to remember

When we met that day in September

But, you've been gone since November

Had to finish out yo' last college semester Her major, brokerage investor

She probably go broke tryin' to invest her

Time and money in somethin that she call love

'Cause, she love ***in' with thug niggaz That alwasy get high and had to be drug dealers

Eventually, she hooked up with some hood bitches

The hood bitches turned her on to strippin'

Now the, gettin' is good and it's well understood That money on the wood can make things get harder

Be glad I'm not a pimp, if I was I'd charge ya

But for all that you go through, just thought I'd let you know

Hoes need love too, I'm ***in' witchu Niggaz need to read the manual

To separate your housewife from a hoe

'Cause there's no rules to this *** here

Am I makin' myself clear? What she don't know won't hurt her y'all

So keep big pimpin' on the low

'Cause there's no rules to what I do

And I know, hoes need love too You know what they say right? Bitches ain't ***

And all men are dogs 'cause we just wanna ***

Sundown to sun up, one up on a hoe

I might go down on the low, that's just me though From L A X to Heathrow, I'm one of them niggaz

That really doesn't need no, introduction

When I met her she was "Girl, Interrupted"

Grew up became a woman not to be trusted Frustrated and flustered, living amongst

These thieves hoes and hustlers, I'm diggin what's next

She had a studio apartment in the projects

With her and her girl from D.C. used to bus checks And hold the coke, her niggaz ain't sold yet

In hopes the copes don't know about all this

***, for all that you go through

Just wanna let you know, hoes need love too Niggaz need to read the manual

To separate your housewife from a hoe

'Cause there's no rules to this *** here

Am I makin' myself clear? What she don't know won't hurt her y'all

So keep big pimpin' on the low

'Cause there's no rules to what I do

And I know, hoes need love too Fake nails, fake breasts, fake eyes too

It's O four, and that's kinda what we used to

But you don't holla back like you used to, but I ain't mad at cha

I'm happy for a bitch, even if I can't have her I remember when you was down in Atlanta

Workin gentlemen's clubs and you didn't even know what a gentlemen was

Forty to love and I wanna serve

That body like Serena's with less curves But actions speak louder than words

And you gettin' your money, mami every month, 15th and 1st

*** could be worse, you could be in the struggle

Or born with no ass and have nothin' to hustle Go on flex your muscle, 'cause that ain't the case is it?

Go on get your paper keep flossin' on these bitches

'Cause for all that you go through

Just thought I'd let you know, hoes need love too, I'm ***in' witchu Niggaz need to read the manual

To separate your housewife from a hoe

'Cause there's no rules to this *** here

Am I makin' myself clear? What she don't know won't hurt her y'all

So keep big pimpin' on the low

'Cause there's no rules to what I do

And I know, hoes need love too Niggaz need to read the manual

To separate your housewife from a hoe

'Cause there's no rules to this *** here

Am I makin' myself clear? What she don't know won't hurt her y'all

So keep big pimpin' on the low

'Cause there's no rules to what I do

And I know, hoes need love too Ha ha ha, yeah, Rule