Terrell Owens lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, I'm for real, nah, for real
Yeah, nah, for real, yeah, yeah
Crazy man
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
That's your ho? (Yeah), that's my ho, too, yeah
Shawty on go? (Mm, yeah), sh*t, I'm on go, too, yeah
That's your ho? (Yeah), that's my ho, too, yeah
That's your ho? (Yeah), that's my ho, too, yeah
(Yeah, uh)

[Verse 1]
Nah, for real, crazy man
She ain't skippin' no meals, crazy man
Got talk to my b*tch any kind of way 'less you pay them bills, crazy man
Her sh*t all real, crazy man
I'ma need me a feel, crazy man
Might get her new heels, crazy man
f*ck that, new wheels, crazy man
Girl, I swear I got crazy fans
b*tch, I rap, got crazy bands
Nobody 'round me lazy, man
SwaVay can't do it 'less you pay me, man
When she get off, I'ma give her that, yeah
di*k so good, she remember that, yeah
But I can't trust this b*tch, for real
I know I ain't the only one hittin' that, yeah
[Chorus]
That's your ho? (That's your ho?)
That's my ho, too, yeah (That's my ho, too)
Shawty on go? Yeah, yeah (Shawty on go?)
sh*t, I'm on go, too, yeah (sh*t, I'm on go, too)
That's your ho? Yeah, yeah (Crazy man)
That's my ho, too, yeah (That's my ho, too)
That's your ho? Yeah, yeah (That's your ho? Crazy, man)
That's my ho, too, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
That's your b*tch? (That's your b*tch?)
For real? That's my b*tch, too (That's my b*tch, too)
Yeah, she throw that sh*t back (She throw that sh*t back, yeah)
She suck on that di*k, too (Wait, huh, crazy man)
You made you a hit? (Yeah, crazy man)
I made me some hits too (Yeah, made me some hits)
You runnin' your mouth? (You runnin' your mouth?)
'Cause that's what a b*tch do (That's what a b*tch do)

[Verse 2]
Not my type, not my type
I'ma go drip in her diamonds like Saweetie
I took her to Elliott
Diamonds on Meechie
Them diamonds, they dancin'
She know I'm Chris Breezy
I'm havin' this young money, feelin' like Weezy
I cannot f*ck with lil' shawty, she sneaky
She know that I'm pretty, she callin' me dreamy
I turn off the lights in this b*tch and get freaky, yeah
Shawty gon' throw it, yeah, yeah
I'ma have it filmed, slow motion, yeah
She don't even know it
I make the same money, motherf*cker, Terrell Owens
Yeah, that's more than bonus
I'm rappin', she partin' her legs, I'm Moses, yeah
This ain't Rick Owens
I flew to New York just to cop me the MoMA's
[Chorus]
That's your ho? (That's your ho?)
That's my ho, too, yeah (That's my ho, too)
Shawty on go? Yeah, yeah (Shawty on go?)
sh*t, I'm on go, too, yeah (sh*t, I'm on go, too)
That's your ho? Yeah, yeah (Crazy man)
That's my ho, too, yeah (That's my ho, too)
That's your ho? Yeah, yeah (That's your ho? Crazy, man)
That's my ho, too, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
That's your b*tch? (That's your b*tch?)
For real? That's my b*tch, too (That's my b*tch, too)
Yeah, she throw that sh*t back (She throw that sh*t back, yeah)
She suck on that di*k, too (Wait, huh, crazy man)
You made you a hit? (Yeah, crazy man)
I made me some hits too (Yeah, made me some hits)
You runnin' your mouth? (You runnin' your mouth?)
'Cause that's what a b*tch do (That's what a b*tch do)

[Outro Skit: J-Money]
But any n*gga know, in the studio, I wasn't no rapper
I was a trapper, sir, God made me do this, it just start comin' out
I start, just, bleedin' slavery, like, "Phugh"