‌left a valuable hoe lyrics

Part I: "valuable"

[Intro]
(Bop, bop, bop)
Yeah, ayy, ayy
Uh (Bop, bop, bop)
(Frrt, bop, bop, bop)
Yeah, ayy, ayy
Uh, yeah (Bop, bop, bop)

[Chorus]
If you wanna be with the boy, you should know where to go
Elf ass b*tch ain't finding my gold
Spending my valuable time with hoes
Spending my time with valuable hoes
Treating that ho like Mary and Joseph, sh*t, yeah

[Verse]
You know how they get when you touch they soul
Cut her off, I want her back, I get her back, I chase the hoes (Bop, bop, bop)
I did her wrong, but can't let go
She said "Don't chase these basic hoes, at least get you some grateful hoеs" (Bop, bop, bop)
Yeah, I don't wanna waste my time, bе verbal
Simply state your motive, damn
b*tch, I need some closure
Lowkey, need you far from me
Highkey, I just want you closer
My bread longer than the eye can see (Bop, bop, bop, bop)
The richer I get, the more at peace
All my gang getting twenty a piece
All my fanboys talk at once, yeah
[Chorus]
And if you wanna be with the boy, you should know where to go
Elf ass b*tch ain't finding my gold
Spending my valuable time with hoes
Spending my time with valuable hoes
Treating that— (Uh)

Part II: "TYSON"

[Chorus]
Stayin' up in the night, I was hopin' and prayin'
None of my n*ggas was checkin' on me
Now they checkin' to see if it's checks in the mail
How 'bout you run up a check for yourself?
I don't wanna feed no grown ass man
I don't wanna teach no grown ass man
Repeatin' myself only make me madder
Quality shorty, that's all that matter (Yeah)

[Verse]
Tryna go back to the n*gga I was (Gang), I miss those days, ayy-ayy
Puffin' away, I need me a buzz to deal with the pain, to deal with the rain
Maybe a Tyson'll heal my pain
Maybe a new b*tch'll make it better
Maybe a Cuban'll make it better
Maybe I'm stupid for chasin' whether
Tryna go back to the n*gga I was, I miss those days, sheesh
Who am I kidding? Share my love, she said, "Good riddance"
I don't get love from the female species, that's why all my songs sound written
Shorty been fillin' the void, I never avoid her
Brand new— (Ayy)
Brand new b*tch for the brand new order
b*tch in the whip, she never record me
Live in the moment, that media corny
Tryna go back to the n*gga I was
I don't feel good if my mind ain't buzzed
I don't feel safe, where the f*ck my blick?
Gang, maybe a Tyson'll heal my pain
Maybe a new b*tch'll make it better
Maybe a Cuban'll make it better
Maybe I'm stupid for chasin' whether, gang (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Stayin' up in the night I was hopin' and prayin'
None of my n*ggas was checkin' on me
Now they checkin' to see if it's checks in the mail
I had a— (Uh, gang)
Yeah, I don't wanna teach no grown ass man
I don't wanna feed no grown ass man
Repeatin' myself only make me madder
Quality shorty, that's all that matters (Gang, ayy)