Fan Hoes Songtext
Yeah, Fatt
Yeah, yeah
Yeah (Fatt)
I'm in Houston like the Rockets
Fire in my pocket, I made it up out of my city
She want her nails polished, shit, I want molly, so we both feel somethin' different
Yeah, she want Dior and Prada, but I don't know where this lil' bitch been
But I'm probably still gon' buy it for her (On God)
I ain't even trippin', I'm gettin' it (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah (Fatt)
I'm in Houston like the Rockets
Fire in my pocket, I made it up out of my city
She want her nails polished, shit, I want molly, so we both feel somethin' different
Yeah, she want Dior and Prada, but I don't know where this lil' bitch been
But I'm probably still gon' buy it for her (On God)
I ain't even trippin', I'm gettin' it (Yeah)
Yeah, we still gettin' rich
We still gettin' chicken and my opps still broke and still be dissin' (Dissin')
I don't need no ho like I need my blick
Where the hell you been? I still be missin' you
I want you here and you still be distant
Anytime you time, you can always visit
Got the 45 Glock with the 45 clip
Nigga, last night I fucked like four, five bitches
Yeah, when I leave from you
I hope you remember you'll never ever see another nigga like me
I just know that you lyin', still won't say shit, I'ma sit back, laugh and sip my Tris
Everybody want my ho, you can fuck my bitch
I'ma get his ass gone if he make my list (On God)
In a brand-new town with a brand-new bitch (On God)
I'ma still cook up in a brand-new kitchen (You bitchin')
I'm in Houston like the Rockets
Fire in my pocket, I made it up out of my city
She want her nails polished, shit, I want molly, so we both feel somethin' different Yeah, she want Dior and Prada, but I don't know where this lil' bitch been
But I'm probably still gon' buy it for her (On God), I ain't even trippin', I'm gettin' it (Yeah)
Yeah, we still gettin' rich, we still gettin' chicken and my opps still broke and still be dissin' (Dissin')
I don't need no ho like I need my blick (Ooh), where the hell you been?
I still be missin' you (Oh, yeah, yeah, missin' you)
I want you here and you still be distant, anytime you'll time, you can always visit
Got the 45 Glock with the 45 clip (Oh, oh)
Nigga, last night I fucked like four, five bitches (Ooh, ooh)
Can't be mad at these fan-ass hoes, lil' baby, they just wanna take a picture (Take a picture)
You get mad when I pop my Percs
I get mad when you down your liquor (Down your liquor)
They gon' hate on me 'cause I'm the one that made it out for real (Yeah)
Youngin the one that ain't fuckin' around
Stack in my hand like I caught in that jam, damn
Ooh, I like these drugs because it always get me in that mood
You know these bitches ain't fuckin' with you
God got me, I don't think I can lose (Think I can lose)
He got shot in his ass, and he fell on the ground
If he get back up, then we chasin' him down (Chase him)
I remember they tried to play me like a clown like, woah, woah
Money on my mind, that's just all I know (Know)
I'm on a whole different level than niggas, I think I'ma go (Go)
We got the drop, know I'm bendin' the lo'
It's the summer but all of this ice got me cold
In my business like why the fuck you bein' nosy?
I don't like that, put the Drac' to his nose
Takin' all these party drugs
I swear I do not feel nothin' (Swear I do not feel nothin')
Geekin' up for hours, them crackers, they don't want the real one
(They don't want the real one)
One
Like, woah, woah
We still gettin' chicken and my opps still broke and still be dissin' (Dissin')
I don't need no ho like I need my blick
Where the hell you been? I still be missin' you
I want you here and you still be distant
Anytime you time, you can always visit
Got the 45 Glock with the 45 clip
Nigga, last night I fucked like four, five bitches
Yeah, when I leave from you
I hope you remember you'll never ever see another nigga like me
I just know that you lyin', still won't say shit, I'ma sit back, laugh and sip my Tris
Everybody want my ho, you can fuck my bitch
I'ma get his ass gone if he make my list (On God)
In a brand-new town with a brand-new bitch (On God)
I'ma still cook up in a brand-new kitchen (You bitchin')
I'm in Houston like the Rockets
Fire in my pocket, I made it up out of my city
She want her nails polished, shit, I want molly, so we both feel somethin' different Yeah, she want Dior and Prada, but I don't know where this lil' bitch been
But I'm probably still gon' buy it for her (On God), I ain't even trippin', I'm gettin' it (Yeah)
Yeah, we still gettin' rich, we still gettin' chicken and my opps still broke and still be dissin' (Dissin')
I don't need no ho like I need my blick (Ooh), where the hell you been?
I still be missin' you (Oh, yeah, yeah, missin' you)
I want you here and you still be distant, anytime you'll time, you can always visit
Got the 45 Glock with the 45 clip (Oh, oh)
Nigga, last night I fucked like four, five bitches (Ooh, ooh)
Can't be mad at these fan-ass hoes, lil' baby, they just wanna take a picture (Take a picture)
You get mad when I pop my Percs
I get mad when you down your liquor (Down your liquor)
They gon' hate on me 'cause I'm the one that made it out for real (Yeah)
Youngin the one that ain't fuckin' around
Stack in my hand like I caught in that jam, damn
Ooh, I like these drugs because it always get me in that mood
You know these bitches ain't fuckin' with you
God got me, I don't think I can lose (Think I can lose)
He got shot in his ass, and he fell on the ground
If he get back up, then we chasin' him down (Chase him)
I remember they tried to play me like a clown like, woah, woah
Money on my mind, that's just all I know (Know)
I'm on a whole different level than niggas, I think I'ma go (Go)
We got the drop, know I'm bendin' the lo'
It's the summer but all of this ice got me cold
In my business like why the fuck you bein' nosy?
I don't like that, put the Drac' to his nose
Takin' all these party drugs
I swear I do not feel nothin' (Swear I do not feel nothin')
Geekin' up for hours, them crackers, they don't want the real one
(They don't want the real one)
One
Like, woah, woah
