HOLLYWOOD

Spend a-lot of the money, got the racks Spend alot of money on the rack, Yeah, Yeah (Bitch!) She call I ignore it Im up with the birds and I'm soaring, I throwing the money its pouring Im feeling like Jordan, Im feeling like Horry And she wanna fuck, thats a whole different story Im thinking she foreign She like my money adore it I fuck her then kick her out the door Hanging with me cause she thinking you boring And she from the H but she Hollywood Whoring (Lets Go!) (Bitch!) And the bad bitch so low-key Fucking when we rolling off beans She like the way I be flowing on beats All of this money can't fit in my jeans oh, no no If I leave from the H, Then I'm landing in Hollywood All the money we ran up unstoppable Envy around me this shit diabolical Hate that we spending a check on a tropical, Vacay They don't make the same money, We make I can get a brand new fit each day I can get a brand new whip relay Blue face, brand new chips no lays And I got money in every other bank Bitch i got money I don't care what he think I can take the bad bitch put her in mink (Yeah, Yeah) No I'm not loving I'm not No I cant bust in a thot No I cant show her a-lot She taking back and I told her kick rocks Shit getting whack and my timing was off Fuck her with nothing on but my two socks This shit aint TOMMY this shit cost a-lot Bitch I got money I got it on lock Ran up a check I might go for a jog Praying to god YNGN the name I know she aint forgot Cant fuck around cause they know they'll get robbed Can not come in, They aint selling no rocks, And that bitch gave me top And I'm pimping they not Hop on a track get it hot This aint a boat, this a yacht Don't think I got drama, No time for no plotting Myself and My money, My clothes is exotic This off the top no this shit never jotted Baby hit this and take off in the rocket I kicked the bitch out cause the bitch was psychotic The second day I swear that bitch was forgotten Aint it ironic Hanging with dudes, faking love to narcotics Aint for you, don't copy Hanging with dudes that I hated, Symbolic You cant show no love to a bitch, she a hobby Man, who the fuck?- And I did what I did You felt how you felt It is what it is You out getting hit I cant give a shit I smoke by myself You smoking on mid I look like a lick My money is up, every night getting lit My money is up, I can get any bitch (going up!) They mad that I made it for real Your man hold a gun, he don't kill Fucking on broke boys aint helping you heal Hanging with fakes it aint making you trill Wishing you had some more guidance for real Honest Im made for the bank, not the field Ran up a check, I could thumb through a mill No you aint seeing no money, no deal Im making more money than you ever will (Lets go!) She call I ignore it Im up with the birds and I'm soaring, I throwing the money its pouring Im feeling like Jordan, Im feeling like Horry And she wanna fuck, thats a whole different story Im thinking she foreign She like my money adore it I fuck her then kick her out the door Hanging with me cause she thinking you boring And she from the H but she Hollywood Whoring Yeah Yeah