Project Hoes

[Intro] Project, project, project hoe Project, project, project hoe Project, project, project hoe Project, project, project hoe [Verse 1: Project Pat] Bullshitters go for the he say she say Real niggas go for the Lucha Libré Bitch fuck with me and she gots to pay me Loot in my hand hoe before you leave me Go get your buck on cuz that don't phase me Lame niggas let that will drive them crazy Hoes see a playa pulling up screaming save me If I gotta weak mind the cap will slave me High off that weed smoke eyes kinda hazy Can't work no job, man i'ze kinda lazy Hoes' fuckin other hoes' that don't amaze me Hoes' breakin other hoes' my kinda lady Shit you can suck a dick you still my bitch though Long as you get the cheese and bring it pronto Don't talk about us, we on the low low Try to cut the keys to his front and his back door [Chorus] Ain't no money quicker than that hoe money (Like that weed or a key of that blow money) [Verse 2: T-Rock] Universal hoes I meet migrating my city streets You should see her jaws if you think the Nile rivers deep Can't no other mouth compete, costin' me the richest peek Techniques of the tounge unique, take me over flow this freak Of this game my dick can love it, even do this shit in public Now shes chewin' on it like a five piece chicken nugget Gettin rugged late at night, if it's free, the price is right She's the type to be tha dyke until the second cummer cries You can't change just let her be, she gets overtook with glee Love the sex more than shop fanatics love a shoppen spree The dyke my hoe don't have to plea, long as she just let me see Her companion eat her out a porno scene, free of fee Be a G and playa mix, hideously break a bitch Take a check and leave her at the bank and find a date to get Savage like a Cherokee, split the blunt, and tear the lease Bonen hoes whose x-rated, evil like the Pharisees [Chorus] Ain't no money quicker than that hoe money (Like that weed or a key of that blow money) [Verse 3: La Chat] Shit, drop it off, chop it off, shit, I'm trying to make my ends All about my hustle stackin' Kennedys and Benjamins Nigga how you figga that La Chat be with that playa shit Got me fucked up nigga now you fuckin with the right bitch Sad cuz you can't fake it or relate it to the game you layin Cuz I'll be so chiefed man talking about shit get about your playin' Yea I love you boo, I love to feel your tongue between my ass But I love you more, because you break me off with dope and cash Shit I gotta have it wanna grab it, you can't touch me hoe You can taste me trick ain't got no problems if you got that dough Satisfaction what you lackin', 'cause I stay about my mackin' Plus when we be fuckin I be thinkin' bout the cheese I'm stackin' Yea I be a hoe for that dough, ain't no fuck for free All about that fatty is whatever ain't no stoppin' me Feelin isn't good I'm given tender love and plenty care Nigga's think you pimpin' me, La Chat your fuckin' nightmare [Chorus] Ain't no money quicker than that hoe money (Like that weed or a key of that blow money)