No Hoodie - Curly J

I got some ho’s from the past that said I was trash

And now the same ones wanna do me

I really got too many groupies

I mix the Gucci with Louis to Choo-ees

I had to tell her I’m straight out the island

Too much designer, the money been piling

That boy way too cold, they like, «What is you plotting?»

I had the cheaps and they had the niners

You better stop it, that boy is on fire

I broke her heart but I ain’t no liar

I said that I’m hot, I wanna be hotter

Word to my mother and word to my father

She already get but I still went and got her

She love to show off whatever I got her

I spent bands on all my shottas, mismatched Balenciaga

All these girls wanna get on my roster

She doin' on hands no floka, yeah