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make dollars not sense (mdns) - what you thought lyrics
[chorus]
we fuckin these hoes, we fucking these thots
(fucking these thots)
got so much money, b-tch what you thought
(b-tch what you thought)
got so much money, b-tch what you thought
(b-tch what you thought)
we fuckin these hoes, we fucking these thots
(we fucking these thots)
(verse 1)
she said, “i don’t just fuck and go”
sorry but baby i don’t love a hoe/
i’m just tryin’ get bands like rock n roll
never controlling but always in control/
jimmy d gave me the mentality to keep flowing on the mic
making sure every word i spit come right/
fuck with me you’ll be going for a walk, and never coming back
gang outside and they dressed in black, so don’t hit me up like “it’s only rap”/
never been a k!ller, but i’m murderin’ this beat
always stay on track, like puma on my feet/
[chorus]
we fuckin these hoes, we fucking these thots
(fucking these thots)
got so much money, b-tch what you thought
(b-tch what you thought)
got so much money, b-tch what you thought
(b-tch what you thought)
we fuckin these hoes, we fucking these thots
(we fucking these thots)
(verse 2)
last year; i was loving hoes
pocket full of doe/
made the mistake of falling for a thot
thought love was what i sought/
now, i say tootles to the b-tches
don’t fuck with anyone, who only wants you for your riches/
i’ve got a team that never ever switches
for all their faithfulness, now they got tru on their britches/
still don’t get it, could be rocking designer things
could have 100k on the pinky ring/
i’m talking shopping spree at mk or vs
wanna your nice -ss up in that guess dress/
[chorus]
we fuckin these hoes, we fucking these thots
(fucking these thots)
got so much money, b-tch what you thought
(b-tch what you thought)
got so much money, b-tch what you thought
(b-tch what you thought)
we fuckin these hoes, we fucking these thots
(we fucking these thots)
(verse 3)
judging me for things, i’ve done in the past tense
say you love then you hate me, it don’t make no fucking sense/
mind sometimes can be so fucking dense
but i’m mdns b-tch because i make dollars not sense/
wish people would hate me, for the -sshole i’ve always been
instead, they hatin’ on me, cause all i seem to do it win/
they working hard to throw dirt on name
how you this mad? i’ve barely tasted the fame/
this shit insane, the way i’m running the game
waiting for someone to challenge my name
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