T.D. Jakes lyrics

[Intro: DJ]
Yea, Yea
Man, is that Yuri?
Smoove what’s good baby

[Hook: DJ]
Facing woods I don’t give a f*ck who smoking
I got new b*tches, new money, I got new motion
Winter time, I’m still riding with the roof open
Texting other n*ggas hoes “I’m trying to do something”
I’m a Louis V, Rick Owen’s, boot stomper
Ass n*gga, yea they thinking that I hoop or something
A lot of b*tches here I still got another group coming
Yea, limpin’ out the bank I just pulled something

[Verse 1: Jeeezy]
n*gga said he want his flowers, he ain’t did nothing
If I’m with her for a hour this b*tch top or sucking
He did everything he could, still ain’t stopping nothing
She want me to sl*t her out, I got a box of rubbers
Different b*tches everyday, I don’t get no breaks
I’m on stage touching souls like I’m T.D. Jakes
I’m at the game this sh*t over, yo TV late
Couple thousand on some food, we had a big buffet

[Verse 2: DJ & Jeeezy]
How many hoes in the Rolls? We can fit about 8
My b*tch pulling up, she don’t believe sh*t I say
Tom Ford shades big as f*ck, barely fit my face
Making thousand dollar bets while I sip my drank
I just f*cked a rapper b*tch just to up my rank
I don’t know these hoes I’m with from a can of paint
I walk off the tour bus, b*tches damn there faint
My b*tch ass wearing down when she standing straight
Money line, 20 thousand, bet on Kansas State
I’m just trying to be yo n*gga, I’m not trying to date
Is you gone top or not? It’s getting kind of late
I see why you ain’t got no friends, ‘cause all these b*tches fake
See why I don’t smoke with n*ggas, that’s a grip of shake
[Hook: DJ]
Facing woods I don’t give a f*ck who smoking
I got new b*tches, new money, I got new motion
Winter time, I’m still riding with the roof open
Texting other n*ggas hoes “I’m trying to do something”
I’m a Louis V, Rick Owen’s, boot stomper
Ass n*gga, yea they thinking that I hoop or something
A lot of b*tches here I still got another group coming
Yea, limpin’ out the bank I just pulled something