[Chorus]
I might put your hoe to bed
If that's your hoe you might want to keep her close
I don't want to take it there
I hit it split it now I won't pick up the phone no more
I hit decline when I see you call
I'm on the grind I don't need to talk
I've got no time for me to be involved
You hit my line and I won't see your call
[Verse]
Don't you call me this late
I don't answer past 10
How you like me these days
You ain't like me back then
You were my sweet escape
I was feeling trapped in
You was feeling blocked off
Then a n*gga popped off
Now a n*gga cop lofts
Spend it for the sh*t I lost
Now a n*gga top dog
Now a n*gga get a lot of dough
sh*t you told me was impossible
Where you told me I would never go
Jewelry looking like a pot of gold
Now them bitties call me Hollywood
I didn't hit it but I probably could
I've been trying to get a big check
I'm that n*gga with the hits, yes
I'm that n*gga in the Midwest
I'm the one that got your b*tch wet
[Interlude]
I'm that n*gga where I come from and I'm probably that n*gga where you come from to my n*gga
Ya dig
I'm getting this money
b*tch boy
[Chorus]
I might put your hoe to bed
If that's your hoe you might want to keep her close
I don't want to take it there
I hit it split it now I won't pick up the phone no more
I hit decline when I see you call
I'm on the grind I don't need to talk
I've got no time for me to be involved
You hit my line and I won't see your call