The Question - Lloyd

I got ten of the finest hoes in the world working for me

I’m getting a hundred dollars a day from each ho

I’ve been having a good time

Won’t they just leave me alone?

Would they?

I’ve had enough out of you

I couldn’t take more shit from you Goldie

The party’s over baby, let’s go home

It’s reality

I don’t see this, do me a favor

And take old Judas goat over there

And I want you to just get the f*ck out of my face, okay?

Uhhhhhhhhhh

Yea

Aaahhhhhhhh

Enemies, the monster trucks

Pimps seeing by being a drug

Promethazine and paper cuts

Jewelry obvious gets

And I don’t give a f*ck

Only like them ghetto sluts

Tattoos, the letter that

Double D’s and big old buts

Girl, I can make it rain, hurricane Katrina

Looking for the baddest things, tell me have you seen er?

Ridin a cut in these lanes, hammer girl and Keyshia

Try me all you want, there ain’t no maxing out this Visa

I know!

Baby say that I’m conceded

But I just feel like Michael Jack cause I go to war and I beat it

Premium Benz, it ain’t about our 3 day all tuxedos

Well there’s only room for me and you

Imagine things that we can do girl

So faded now, I’m gone

Don’t even know the name of the girl I’m on

I wonder what am I doing here?

So turned, so turned up

Girl up in your centerfold

And the only thing that I want know

Is what am I doing here?

So high up