Bape Brandon - Handout Lyrics

Yo eyes on a hoe, my eyes on the dough
Been havin' money but I'm tryna get some mo'
Milo on the beat, yeah this bitch go
Copped a bustdown just so i could see my wrist glow
Got it on my own, I aint ask for a handout
Everytime I walk into the party I stand out
This the life i chose so I'm stickin' to the paper route
I'm the money man, watch me come and bring the bands out
Clowns in my DM's on some f*ckin' lame shit
You ain't pimpin' brodie, you been posted with the same bitch
Make money, not friends my dawgs on the same shit
In the foreign only time that ima lane switch
These hoes like a snitch, they got loose lips
Ex called my phone so i hit her with the "Who dis?" (Hello?)
She aint talkin' money or head, she useless
Quick to run a bitch out her pockets I'm ruthless
Name buzzin', so these lames on my dick
Your bitch is too, so ima prolly hit
Got shit to do, so i got my nut quick
After that I dip, hell nah ion kiss
You tryna touch somethin' that i prolly just spent
How the f*ck you broke? You aint payin' any rent
Ran up a bag, so these lames hella bent
Y'all hella bummy, prolly sleepin' in a tent
Yo eyes on a hoe, my eyes on the dough
Been havin' money but I'm tryna get some mo'
Milo on the beat, yeah this bitch go
Copped a bustdown just so i could see my wrist glow
Got it on my own, I aint ask for a handout
Everytime I walk into the party I stand out
This the life i chose so I'm stickin' to the paper route
I'm the money man, watch me come and bring the bands out