Текст Lloyd – The Question

I got ten of the finest hoes in the world working for me
I’m getting a hundred dollars a day from each ho
I’ve been having a good time
Won’t they just leave me alone? Would they?

The party’s over baby, let’s go home
It’s reality
I don’t see this, do me a favor
And take old Judas goat over there
And I want you to just get the fuck out of my face, okay?

Uhhhhhhhhhh
Yea
Aaahhhhhhhh

Enemies, the monster trucks
Pimps seeing by being a drug
Promethazine and paper cuts
Jewelry obvious gets
And I don’t give a fuck
Only like them ghetto sluts
Tattoos, the letter that
Double D’s and big old buts

Girl, I can make it rain, hurricane Katrina
Looking for the baddest things, tell me have you seen er?
Ridin a cut in these lanes, hammer girl and Keyshia
Try me all you want, there ain’t no maxing out this Visa
I know! Baby say that I’m conceded
But I just feel like Michael Jack cause I go to war and I beat it
Premium Benz, it ain’t about our 3 day all tuxedos
Well there’s only room for me and you

So turned, so turned up

Girl up in your centerfold
And the only thing that I want know
Is what am I doing here?
So high up