F.D.H. (f*ck Dem Hoes) lyrics

[Chorus: Bankroll Fresh]
f*ck dem hoes
f*ck dem hoes
f*ck dem hoes
f*ck dem hoes
f*ck dem hoes
f*ck dem hoes
f*ck dem hoes
f*ck dem hoes
We ain't f*cking your b*tch tonight
We ain't f*cking your b*tch tonight
We ain't f*cking your b*tch tonight
[?] your b*tch, she might
We ain't f*cking your b*tch tonight
We ain't f*cking your b*tch tonight

[Verse 1: Bankroll Fresh]
We ain't f*cking your b*tch tonight
b*tch, you can't be serious
Say you'll spend the night
And b*tch, you on your peariad
Well you gotta suck this ding-a-ling, then watch my steering
Yes I'm bossed up, you answer your phone, it's serious
b*tch, I'm shining hard, you know I'm shining bright
Got my n*ggas to the right, is she f*cking? She might
You ain't even gotta ask, 'cause I'm really getting cash
I'ma throw it in the air, while these b*tches shaking ass
[?] from Magic, then we went to Stroakers
Then we went [?], all these hoes wanna promote us
Man, they f*cking with Fresh, and they f*cking with Tracy
And they f*cking with Bucci, [?] crazy
[Chorus: Bankroll Fresh]
f*ck dem hoes
f*ck dem hoes
f*ck dem hoes
f*ck dem hoes
f*ck dem hoes
f*ck dem hoes
f*ck dem hoes
f*ck dem hoes
We ain't f*cking your b*tch tonight
We ain't f*cking your b*tch tonight
We ain't f*cking your b*tch tonight
[?] your b*tch, she might
We ain't f*cking your b*tch tonight
We ain't f*cking your b*tch tonight

[Verse 2: Tracy T]
Goddamn, I got too many hoes
Don't really wanna f*ck no more
Chasing them O's, I ain't chasing them hoes
36 O's, yeah, the work gon' go
Lose one, double back, get two more
Longway [?]
b*tch, I know you know we know
Won't marry that ho, I'll marry her throat
Taresa keep on calling my phone
I don't really wanna f*ck no more
I'm whippin that, whippin that, whippin that blow
Yeah lil n*gga, it's O's over hoes
f*ck them, f*ck them, f*ck them fasho
New coupe, yeah, I'm f*cking up a two door
Zay T., Young Fresh, f*ck [?]
These lil n*ggas ain't f*cking with us
You ain't 100, n*gga, you so so
Get it in, get it off, all I know
Bankroll swole, yeah, the bankroll swole
'Cause I got to the dough, and said f*ck dem hoes
Dem hoes
I'm f*cking hoes in the trap house
We get the money, f*ck the hoes and put them back out
[Chorus: Bankroll Fresh]
f*ck dem hoes
f*ck dem hoes
f*ck dem hoes
f*ck dem hoes
f*ck dem hoes
f*ck dem hoes
f*ck dem hoes
f*ck dem hoes
We ain't f*cking your b*tch tonight
We ain't f*cking your b*tch tonight
We ain't f*cking your b*tch tonight
[?] your b*tch, she might
We ain't f*cking your b*tch tonight
We ain't f*cking your b*tch tonight