Handout

Yo eyes on a hoe, my eyes on the dough Been havin' money but I'm tryna get some mo' Milo on the beat, yeah this bitch go Copped a bustdown just so i could see my wrist glow Got it on my own, I aint ask for a handout Everytime I walk into the party I stand out This the life i chose so I'm stickin' to the paper route I'm the money man, watch me come and bring the bands out Clowns in my DM's on some fuckin' lame shit You ain't pimpin' brodie, you been posted with the same bitch Make money, not friends my dawgs on the same shit In the foreign only time that ima lane switch These hoes like a snitch, they got loose lips Ex called my phone so i hit her with the "Who dis?" (Hello?) She aint talkin' money or head, she useless Quick to run a bitch out her pockets I'm ruthless Name buzzin', so these lames on my dick Your bitch is too, so ima prolly hit Got shit to do, so i got my nut quick After that I dip, hell nah ion kiss You tryna touch somethin' that i prolly just spent How the f*ck you broke? You aint payin' any rent Ran up a bag, so these lames hella bent Y'all hella bummy, prolly sleepin' in a tent Yo eyes on a hoe, my eyes on the dough Been havin' money but I'm tryna get some mo' Milo on the beat, yeah this bitch go Copped a bustdown just so i could see my wrist glow Got it on my own, I aint ask for a handout Everytime I walk into the party I stand out This the life i chose so I'm stickin' to the paper route I'm the money man, watch me come and bring the bands out