Onna Souf lyrics

[Intro]
Not your main ho
On some damn clothes
I'ma move slow
(I just told Richie we rich)

[Chorus]
f*ck your ho, not your main ho
Run a thousand dollars on some damn clothes
Sip this wock, I'ma move slow
I'ma drive this foreign, I ain't moving slow
Fell asleep off the Percocet
I'ma f*ck your hoe, I won't break a sweat
Make so much damn money and, I swear, I ain't lying
I'ma fly your b*tch right out to the damn Hyatt

[Verse]
I'ma f*ck your ho then I kick her out
I'm like f*ck these n*ggas, what they talkin' bout?
If we on your block then you know we hoppin' out
Pistols coming out, we gon' air it out
We was kicking sh*t in Atlanta on the south
n*gga, stop hating
Know these n*ggas waiting
I won't fall, n*gga, keep waiting
Put some diamonds on my neck, now the ho ice skating
Feel like Meek Mill, ho, I'm a dream chaser
I be sippin' yellow and purple like a damn Laker
Gave your ho a tip like that b*tch was a waiter
I can't waste my time on a mof*ckin' hater