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
[?] A 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 leaves
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)