[Hook: NizzMey]
I don't love all these hoes, I don't love all these hoes
Got a bag full of money, Got a cup full of four
Young n*gga switched lanes, Smoking on that good dro
I don't love all these hoes, But I love money though
[Verse: NizzMey]
NizzMey with the Hoes, NizzMey with the Hoes
Gotcha b*tch right with me, She feeling me on the low
Joe Taylor we the crew, What's the deal with you
Please get with your mans, before we kick him through the roof
NizzMey I do this, Other n*ggas wish they could
Sparking up on a joint, sh*t was made from backwoods
Exotic b*tch in my car, that's a foreign in a foreign
Making money you snoring, My n*ggas we scoring
Scrt Scrt out the lot, Scrape Scrape in the pot
Had to do that sh*t a lot, Til I got to drop the top
Then I get up on this cash, started making all my sh*t really fast
Now-a-days I relax, remembering all the sh*t up in my past
NizzMey wasn't nothing til I turned myself into something
Now I'm making all this money, Now a n*gga never hungry
I was hungry at the start, now I gotta keep eating
So I can give all of these racks to my Momma lord knows my family needs feeding
I don't love all these hoes, You should know I love the dro
That's the motto lil n*gga, Switching up in my flows
Kinky b*tches wanna hang, I ain't got time though
Call you later when I'm gone (Call you later when I'm gone)
[Hook: NizzMey]
I don't love all these hoes, I don't love all these hoes
Got a bag full of money, Got a cup full of four
Young n*gga switched lanes, Smoking on that good dro
I don't love all these hoes, But I love money though