We late, still doin' her face
I'm rollin' backwards, get in the car
I told her chill, I ain't that hood
But I ain't out here lackin
I ain't out here slackin
Niggas out here jackin
You might set me up
She laughed And she said, damn, that's tough
Girl, I don't know who to trust
And I ain't lookin' for love, she laughed
And she said, damn, that's tough
Girl, I don't know who to trust
Seventeen, I started hustlin' I heard one thing from my mother
She say, son, they trifin' They just gon' want your money
Treat a hoe like a hoe
Don't treat a thot like a woman
Okay, mama, I got you
Don't let these hoes in my pocket
That was great advice
You ain't got nothin' to offer then I can't stay tonight
I need them eggs in the morning
If you gon' get this pipe
But I'll be gone before that
Cause I'm a rollin' stone
I'm married to this money
You can't break this happy home
Fat and broke
I was a joke
They wouldn't look my way
Now we in ForeignsGettin' head on the interstate
I'm skatin' to the next play
Once my phone ring
F*ck a homie, I'd rather die lonely
But shout out to my day ones, they know who they is
We don't fall out over sluts
Cause we ain't tender dicks
I f*ck with shawty Cause she be on her money, shit
Yeah, that lil' pussy come with benefits
We late, she still doin' her face
I'm rollin'backwoods
Get in the car, she seen the strap
I told her, chill, I ain't that hood
But I ain't out here lackin
I ain't out here slackin
Niggas out here jackin
You might set me up, she laughed And she said, damn, that's tough
Girl, I don't know who to trust
And I ain't lookin' for love
She laughed And she said, damn, that's tough
Girl, I don't know who to trust
We late, yeah, she still doin' her face
So me, I'm just workin' on this wood it's a thing
Of grace
Upstairs, it's time to catch a peek of the
Lace
Damn, love takin' her shopping in that sexy place
Drop a band, then I dip, I need a taste
Try to keep up with my pace
Even at my age, there ain't no delay
So tonight, yeah, let's go and celebrate
Going to ' be late again
Three in the mornin
And I gotta still moanin
Beat go on and on and on and on an
Mr. DJ, play this song
To the break of dawn, we'll be gettin' it on
All the neighbors' lights, get to turnin' on Guess it's time to work, baby, gotta go
Hit the door, can't wait to meet you back at home
Even though you still a little sore
Yeah, from the night before
And the night before and the night before
Takin' trips from the NO to the SO
Next flight, hit the 510, land up in the O
Yeah, that bay breeze let me know
That we back at home
Till we gone again
We late, still doin' her face
I'm rollin' backwards, get in the car
I told her chill, I ain't that hood
But I ain't out here lackin
I ain't out here slackin
Niggas out here jackin
You might set me up
She laughed And she said, damn, that's tough
Girl, I don't know who to trust
And I ain't lookin' for love, she laughed
And she said, damn, that's tough
Girl, I don't know who to trust
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We late, still doin' her face
I'm rollin' backwards, get in the car
I told her chill, I ain't that hood
But I ain't out here lackin
I ain't out here slackin
Niggas out here jackin
You might set me up
She laughed And she said, damn, that's tough
Girl, I don't know who to trust
And I ain't lookin' for love, she laughed
And she said, damn, that's tough
Girl, I don't know who to trust
Seventeen, I started hustlin' I heard one thing from my mother
She say, son, they trifin' They just gon' want your money
Treat a hoe like a hoe
Don't treat a thot like a woman
Okay, mama, I got you
Don't let these hoes in my pocket
That was great advice
You ain't got nothin' to offer then I can't stay tonight
I need them eggs in the morning
If you gon' get this pipe
But I'll be gone before that
Cause I'm a rollin' stone
I'm married to this money
You can't break this happy home
Fat and broke
I was a joke
They wouldn't look my way
Now we in ForeignsGettin' head on the interstate
I'm skatin' to the next play
Once my phone ring
F*ck a homie, I'd rather die lonely
But shout out to my day ones, they know who they is
We don't fall out over sluts
Cause we ain't tender dicks
I f*ck with shawty Cause she be on her money, shit
Yeah, that lil' pussy come with benefits
We late, she still doin' her face
I'm rollin'backwoods
Get in the car, she seen the strap
I told her, chill, I ain't that hood
But I ain't out here lackin
I ain't out here slackin
Niggas out here jackin
You might set me up, she laughed And she said, damn, that's tough
Girl, I don't know who to trust
And I ain't lookin' for love
She laughed And she said, damn, that's tough
Girl, I don't know who to trust
We late, yeah, she still doin' her face
So me, I'm just workin' on this wood it's a thing
Of grace
Upstairs, it's time to catch a peek of the
Lace
Damn, love takin' her shopping in that sexy place
Drop a band, then I dip, I need a taste
Try to keep up with my pace
Even at my age, there ain't no delay
So tonight, yeah, let's go and celebrate
Going to ' be late again
Three in the mornin
And I gotta still moanin
Beat go on and on and on and on an
Mr. DJ, play this song
To the break of dawn, we'll be gettin' it on
All the neighbors' lights, get to turnin' on Guess it's time to work, baby, gotta go
Hit the door, can't wait to meet you back at home
Even though you still a little sore
Yeah, from the night before
And the night before and the night before
Takin' trips from the NO to the SO
Next flight, hit the 510, land up in the O
Yeah, that bay breeze let me know
That we back at home
Till we gone again
We late, still doin' her face
I'm rollin' backwards, get in the car
I told her chill, I ain't that hood
But I ain't out here lackin
I ain't out here slackin
Niggas out here jackin
You might set me up
She laughed And she said, damn, that's tough
Girl, I don't know who to trust
And I ain't lookin' for love, she laughed
And she said, damn, that's tough
Girl, I don't know who to trust
I'm rollin' backwards, get in the car
I told her chill, I ain't that hood
But I ain't out here lackin
I ain't out here slackin
Niggas out here jackin
You might set me up
She laughed And she said, damn, that's tough
Girl, I don't know who to trust
And I ain't lookin' for love, she laughed
And she said, damn, that's tough
Girl, I don't know who to trust
Seventeen, I started hustlin' I heard one thing from my mother
She say, son, they trifin' They just gon' want your money
Treat a hoe like a hoe
Don't treat a thot like a woman
Okay, mama, I got you
Don't let these hoes in my pocket
That was great advice
You ain't got nothin' to offer then I can't stay tonight
I need them eggs in the morning
If you gon' get this pipe
But I'll be gone before that
Cause I'm a rollin' stone
I'm married to this money
You can't break this happy home
Fat and broke
I was a joke
They wouldn't look my way
Now we in ForeignsGettin' head on the interstate
I'm skatin' to the next play
Once my phone ring
F*ck a homie, I'd rather die lonely
But shout out to my day ones, they know who they is
We don't fall out over sluts
Cause we ain't tender dicks
I f*ck with shawty Cause she be on her money, shit
Yeah, that lil' pussy come with benefits
We late, she still doin' her face
I'm rollin'backwoods
Get in the car, she seen the strap
I told her, chill, I ain't that hood
But I ain't out here lackin
I ain't out here slackin
Niggas out here jackin
You might set me up, she laughed And she said, damn, that's tough
Girl, I don't know who to trust
And I ain't lookin' for love
She laughed And she said, damn, that's tough
Girl, I don't know who to trust
We late, yeah, she still doin' her face
So me, I'm just workin' on this wood it's a thing
Of grace
Upstairs, it's time to catch a peek of the
Lace
Damn, love takin' her shopping in that sexy place
Drop a band, then I dip, I need a taste
Try to keep up with my pace
Even at my age, there ain't no delay
So tonight, yeah, let's go and celebrate
Going to ' be late again
Three in the mornin
And I gotta still moanin
Beat go on and on and on and on an
Mr. DJ, play this song
To the break of dawn, we'll be gettin' it on
All the neighbors' lights, get to turnin' on Guess it's time to work, baby, gotta go
Hit the door, can't wait to meet you back at home
Even though you still a little sore
Yeah, from the night before
And the night before and the night before
Takin' trips from the NO to the SO
Next flight, hit the 510, land up in the O
Yeah, that bay breeze let me know
That we back at home
Till we gone again
We late, still doin' her face
I'm rollin' backwards, get in the car
I told her chill, I ain't that hood
But I ain't out here lackin
I ain't out here slackin
Niggas out here jackin
You might set me up
She laughed And she said, damn, that's tough
Girl, I don't know who to trust
And I ain't lookin' for love, she laughed
And she said, damn, that's tough
Girl, I don't know who to trust
Writer: Mike Banuelos, James Malveaux
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid