Praise The Lord Freestyle$ Vory

[Verse 1]
Aye, I can't fuck with you broke hoes
They like talking to po-pos
Cocaine without Pablo, takin' narcotics outta Narcos
That's pointless
Aye, tryna hack on my door code
Got more money, got more hoes
[?], take your hoes
That's stuntin'
They wanna talk, nigga, they ain't know nothin'
Wanna take bets, ain't got no money
Damn you funny, you crash [?] and your bitch crash dummy
Bought a new coupe, only last one summer
Label's like, "Damn, what you do with that money?"
Chop of the top 'cause a nigga went dummy
Hide from the shade, 'cause LA too sunny
Aye, redbone nasty, kinda trashy, kinda classy, aye
Aye, spin the bottle, I can't kiss no Thotiana, no
Say, every girl I know just wanna be a model, aye
Say, they look like a squirrel from all the nuts they swallow, aye (hey)
Bad girls are all camouflage in LA (hey)
Money green, so they all do what I say

[Interlude]
My diamonds dancing, so please give me that space, yeah
Close my eyes and all I see is your face
I'm sorry for the things I've done
I'm sorry for the things I've said
For messing up your head...
Bitch