I'm cooking dogshit on a beat
All I need is money, hoes, and weed, uh
Bitches out here stealing recipes in it
Actually, the devil tried to sell his self to me, innit
Rapping get me paid, rapping get me accolades
I look great, smell like dank, and I'm walking stank
Ass hella caked, in the gym, lifting weights
I'm more than just a pretty face, I got a snatched waist
I couldn't make it out the basement, we didn't have a basement
Popping shit on 38th, I was a block away, ain't it
Acting out on purpose, yo' baby daddy buying me bottle service
Girls just want to look perfect, like my bitches, now they pockets hurting
I'll make a hoe get on her stuff when she see what I'm up to
It ain't too much to it, I'm getting money, putting my city through it
Nigga gave me head, I'm like shoulders, knees, and toes
You can give me neck, you not going on my socials
I'm running circles round his ass, like a track meet
I was gone do to him what he thought he would do to me
All I need is money, hoes, and weed
I got a tattoo on my f*cking spleen and some gold teeth
Niggas think they grimy, niggas never met a grease
Bitches think they bitchy, bitches never met me
They so off brand, caught 'em stalking on my Instagram
F*ck a silly tramp, slap 'em with my pimping hand
I don't like propaganda, you the Sandman or you Santa
I don't like proper grammar, tell me that you keep the blammer
I'm having intimate conversations with this marijuana
I pop my collar on a bitch after I shitted on her
Plus I'm riding with some niggas that'll put it on you
All these bitches so upset that I cannot be humble
I'm the hottest bitch out, bitch I just started
I don't need hella bars, I am not Kendrick Lamar
That's some caviar shit, you know I'm a starving artist
My dream is to smoke weed and drink tea in the backyard with a garden
I done got in my bag, bitches mad, bitches turning red
Poster girl for what? Are you dumb? Bitch I'm turning heads
And I'm mobbing with the late night crew
You know how I do, I'm shitting on you and shitting on you
You want to wear my shoes, and f*ck my dude, and see my views
You better keep it cute my screws is loose, my fuse is blew
DAPOSTERGIRL - Money, Hoes & Weed Lyrics
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I'm cooking dogshit on a beat
All I need is money, hoes, and weed, uh
Bitches out here stealing recipes in it
Actually, the devil tried to sell his self to me, innit
Rapping get me paid, rapping get me accolades
I look great, smell like dank, and I'm walking stank
Ass hella caked, in the gym, lifting weights
I'm more than just a pretty face, I got a snatched waist
I couldn't make it out the basement, we didn't have a basement
Popping shit on 38th, I was a block away, ain't it
Acting out on purpose, yo' baby daddy buying me bottle service
Girls just want to look perfect, like my bitches, now they pockets hurting
I'll make a hoe get on her stuff when she see what I'm up to
It ain't too much to it, I'm getting money, putting my city through it
Nigga gave me head, I'm like shoulders, knees, and toes
You can give me neck, you not going on my socials
I'm running circles round his ass, like a track meet
I was gone do to him what he thought he would do to me
All I need is money, hoes, and weed
I got a tattoo on my f*cking spleen and some gold teeth
Niggas think they grimy, niggas never met a grease
Bitches think they bitchy, bitches never met me
They so off brand, caught 'em stalking on my Instagram
F*ck a silly tramp, slap 'em with my pimping hand
I don't like propaganda, you the Sandman or you Santa
I don't like proper grammar, tell me that you keep the blammer
I'm having intimate conversations with this marijuana
I pop my collar on a bitch after I shitted on her
Plus I'm riding with some niggas that'll put it on you
All these bitches so upset that I cannot be humble
I'm the hottest bitch out, bitch I just started
I don't need hella bars, I am not Kendrick Lamar
That's some caviar shit, you know I'm a starving artist
My dream is to smoke weed and drink tea in the backyard with a garden
I done got in my bag, bitches mad, bitches turning red
Poster girl for what? Are you dumb? Bitch I'm turning heads
And I'm mobbing with the late night crew
You know how I do, I'm shitting on you and shitting on you
You want to wear my shoes, and f*ck my dude, and see my views
You better keep it cute my screws is loose, my fuse is blew
All I need is money, hoes, and weed, uh
Bitches out here stealing recipes in it
Actually, the devil tried to sell his self to me, innit
Rapping get me paid, rapping get me accolades
I look great, smell like dank, and I'm walking stank
Ass hella caked, in the gym, lifting weights
I'm more than just a pretty face, I got a snatched waist
I couldn't make it out the basement, we didn't have a basement
Popping shit on 38th, I was a block away, ain't it
Acting out on purpose, yo' baby daddy buying me bottle service
Girls just want to look perfect, like my bitches, now they pockets hurting
I'll make a hoe get on her stuff when she see what I'm up to
It ain't too much to it, I'm getting money, putting my city through it
Nigga gave me head, I'm like shoulders, knees, and toes
You can give me neck, you not going on my socials
I'm running circles round his ass, like a track meet
I was gone do to him what he thought he would do to me
All I need is money, hoes, and weed
I got a tattoo on my f*cking spleen and some gold teeth
Niggas think they grimy, niggas never met a grease
Bitches think they bitchy, bitches never met me
They so off brand, caught 'em stalking on my Instagram
F*ck a silly tramp, slap 'em with my pimping hand
I don't like propaganda, you the Sandman or you Santa
I don't like proper grammar, tell me that you keep the blammer
I'm having intimate conversations with this marijuana
I pop my collar on a bitch after I shitted on her
Plus I'm riding with some niggas that'll put it on you
All these bitches so upset that I cannot be humble
I'm the hottest bitch out, bitch I just started
I don't need hella bars, I am not Kendrick Lamar
That's some caviar shit, you know I'm a starving artist
My dream is to smoke weed and drink tea in the backyard with a garden
I done got in my bag, bitches mad, bitches turning red
Poster girl for what? Are you dumb? Bitch I'm turning heads
And I'm mobbing with the late night crew
You know how I do, I'm shitting on you and shitting on you
You want to wear my shoes, and f*ck my dude, and see my views
You better keep it cute my screws is loose, my fuse is blew
Writer: Breah Middleton
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