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[Intro]
Ayy, man, you could ask a goddamn— every fleetwood it is
Y’know what I’m sayin’?
You could ask Tony Yo
Mooky, Speedboat, 4 Trey, DuLu, [?]
Murda on the beat, that’s not nice man
I swear I been gettin’ it
Hee!
[Chorus]
I got me fifty hoes, I’m a young gigolo
I got me fifty hoes, I’m a young gigolo
Five hundred fifty bros, and I’m in the middle though
Didn’t go to school too long, but I know the centerfold
Wrist on a brick, I used to serve at the nicks
You want a list? Hunnid shot, you gon’ get hit
We ’boutta pull up with the stick, think twice 'fore who you diss
You better not trust that bitch, then I’ll swap your shit
[Verse 1]
Hop out your Bentley, then hop in the Bentley, then pull off and skin it
Actavis sizzurp every summer, I ain’t tussin’, you drankin’ that Whitney
I’m ’bout to serve the plug a couple times, then they ran off of business
Nobody wanna serve a nigga now, we ran off on the [?]
Geeked like Whitney, dope got me geeked like Whitney
Money got me geeked like Whitney
Give me dope head like Whitney
Diamonds, they sprayin’ like Whitney
Put a hunnid on your head, I’m in it
Hop out, make it spray like Lenny
Y’all nigga rats like kittens
Tell me what you need, new school, no Ds
Better ready for the feast, new shoes, no Yeezys
Me and my bitch be, [?] in the [?]
And I’m ready to pimp her, send off on the Clive Christian
And that’s why
[Chorus]
I got me fifty hoes, I’m a young gigolo
I got me fifty hoes, I’m a young gigolo
Five hundred fifty bros, and I’m in the middle though
Didn’t go to school too long, but I know the centerfold
Wrist on a brick, I used to serve at the nicks
You want a list? Hunnid shot, you gon’ get hit
We ’boutta pull up with the stick, think twice 'fore who you diss
You better not trust that bitch, then I’ll swap your shit
[Verse 2]
I’d rather cop me a whip, I won’t diss no bitch
Ten thousand dollar worth clips, we ain’t runnin’ out of this shit
Give a Percocet to these bitches, got a bitch slurpin’ on dick
Got a circle lane with the clique, universal nigga with the shits
Four tray don’t got dough play, geeked up on no money
Still like I’m on cocaine, get money still on my dope plate
Minks all on my floor, mane, seven thousand dollars for a toe chain
Turn a Cuban link to a choke chain, I’m ’bout to blow like propane
I got ten chains on me, hoe, I ain’t worry ’bout no 2 Chainz
We got the block for our door ’cause momma don’t need no new paint
I got Ferraris and boats, walk at the dock and go hop on a boat
A long way from maintain, gettin’ head in the Mulsanne
The realest, the illest, you know I’m gon’ make sure the crew ate
The critics, forget it, I’m just tryna make sure your crew dead
When the business get finished, you get hundred racks and a blue Range
I’m Dennis The Menace, I’ve been gettin’ this paper for a couple ages
[Chorus]
I got me fifty hoes, I’m a young gigolo
I got me fifty hoes, I’m a young gigolo
Five hundred fifty bros, and I’m in the middle though
Didn’t go to school too long, but I know the centerfold
Wrist on a brick, I used to serve at the nicks
You want a list? Hunnid shot, you gon’ get hit
We ’boutta pull up with the stick, think twice 'fore who you diss
You better not trust that bitch, then I’ll swap your shit
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