Confetti

I done had Too many bad hoes to miss one Seen, too many dick suckas' To kiss one I shoot my shot I ain't say I never miss one But if I do, imma keep on shootin' Til I hit some Now right now I'm kicked back relaxed Don't make me get out my seat Or off beat I'm goin' my own way nigga Ain't never been a hoe I can't have Like a fish I can't fry Now come get yo ass in this fish grease Baby turn gold Yea, I came from the top The crust of the mud I learned what broken hearted was With my parents on drugs Guess imma, product of product From powder to solid You put this shit here in ya pipe You get the bounce like hydraulics Ya, these old hoes wanna kick it Like we homies huh? I tell 'em ass, gas, or cash Bitch ya owe me one So go on get ready, Girl is you ready? 'Bout to stack this money up Until it fall like confetti Tell her quit that 9 to 5 You bein' a slave hoe Why they call that business a chain? It's cause they slave owners Put us on that TV screen Just to hate on us Give a nigga a foot, He take 40 acres on ya And I want mine And the mule And I will work these hoes Harder than the mule So go on get ready, Girl is you ready? 'Bout to stack this money up Until it fall like confetti Why you standin' there? I told you we takin' off I'm ready to go So go on get ready, Girl is you ready? 'Bout to stack this money up Until it fall like confetti Why you standin' there? I told you we takin' off I'm ready to go So go on get ready, Girl is you ready? 'Bout to stack this money up Until it fall like confetti