PRL Anee - Ho Sale

Rubber band had to open a band
Money counter count it up with no hand
I got heat I had to cut on the fan
Spend it make it back and do it again
Do it again
And do it again
Anee can I get a sack it depend
Spend it make it back and do it again
Cause I got the hoes for sell
I got the dope for sell
I got the hoes for sell
I got the dope for sell
Hoes
Dope
Dope
Dope
I got the hoes for sell
I got the dope for sell
Mama don't know all the drugs I done sold
Shit she know now
I got to ride with a pole now
Stacking this money won't slow down
Don't make a difference
Niggas start tripping if you bring them with you or leave them behind
I was a theft fore I got into crime
These hoes ain't shit they be wasting my time
Ball on a nigga like Tracy McGrady
I keep a glove like Mike in the eighties
Fuck on your sister but won't let her date me
Damn, I make her hate me
Tuna with the honey I was broke as fuck
I just want the money had to run it up
These hoes they ain't really think about me
Now they top me when they see the Rari
Check my wrist got pointers
Big bank roll, Maryn
They say love me these hoes lying
Can't fuck with bitches they all be conspiring
It don't make a difference
With or without me my niggas still gripping
I got some niggas who really be pimping
I'm a stay single these bitches be tripping, wait
Rubber band had to open a band
Money counter count it up with no hand
I got heat I had to cut on the fan
Spend it make it back and do it again
Do it again
And do it again
Anee can I get a sack it depend
Spend it make it back and do it again
Cause I got the hoes for sell
I got the dope for sell
I got the hoes for sell
I got the dope for sell
Hoes
Dope
Dope
Dope
I got the hoes for sell
I got the dope for sell
I can not fuck you niggas you snitch
Used to be broke now I'm trying to get rich
Sorry mama I been hitting them licks
Next I might get me a brick
Look at me now I'm Chris Brown with the drip
I'm trying to Gucci the fit
I get that bag and I pass and assist
Don't try to come for the block I don't miss
I'm with it
Hat to the back I don't fuck with the fitteds
My whip a lil bit more foreign than civics
Anee ain't hot on the mic are you kidding
Copy and paste boy them lyrics ain't written
I know you mad cause I'm winning
Hit then I dip I don't care bout her feelings
Might wanna drop her I gave her the business
Mama your son bout to make him a million
I done been broke now I'm making a killing
I'm bout to ball on these niggas like Pippen
All of these hoes I might get into pimping
Shit, I'm tripping
Dump my lil clip hit the gas and I'm dipping
UPS Anee you need it I'm shipping
Then I re-up the dope and I flip it
Rubber band had to open a band
Money counter count it up with no hand
I got heat I had to cut on the fan
Spend it make it back and do it again
Do it again
And do it again
Anee can I get a sack it depend
Spend it make it back and do it again
Cause I got the hoes for sell
I got the dope for sell
I got the hoes for sell
I got the dope for sell
Hoes
Dope
Dope
Dope
I got the hoes for sell
I got the dope for sell

Written by:
Anfernee Thomas

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