Hollywood n*ggaz lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
I heard n*ggas hatin' on me from the sideline, mm, nice try
Can't see you n*ggas anyway, too busy standing on my pride, ah
Yeah yeah, got a lot lotta sh*t to say, so I'ma start off saying this
I can give a f*ck what a magazine say, get off my di*k, hm
That's the tip, mhm

[Verse 1]
I see your pockets getting chubby, get a loan from me
Don't leave your b*tch alone in the room with me
Tying rope or comatose her in a coma, homie
Little little homie bigger than your biggest homie
Rich Homie Quan told me just get richer homie
So I'mma keep making millions independent homie
The money greener than the reefer Wiz Khalifa showed me
I'm up in London smoking skunky with some (real n*ggas only)

[Pre-Chorus]
I heard n*ggas hatin' on me from the sideline, mm, nice try
Can't see you n*ggas anyway, two b*tches standing on my pride
I, yeah yeah, got a lot of sh*t, sh*t to say, so I'ma start of saying this
I could give a f*ck what a magazine say, get off my di*k
That's the tip, mhm

[Chorus]
I don't f*ck with no broke b*tches
I don't f*ck with Hollywood n*ggas
I don't f*ck with no gold diggers
Only f*ck if she dope, n*gga
[Verse 2]
I don’t drive no Honda n*gga, only f*ck with foreign b*tches
I don’t drive the speed limit n*gga, always drive with my windows tinted
I don’t f*ck with no petty change, only f*ck with them big faces
I don’t f*ck with no Breitlings, Cuban chains, Rolex faces
I don't f*ck with no ratchet b*tches, Maybach too classic b*tches
I don't turn up on your time, Tina Turner, she smacking b*tches
b*tches change like February, I don't dress like Tyler Perry
I don't wear no button up, f*ck that even if she married
pus*y all in my vocabulary, she suck it wet like a aquar'
I don't f*ck with no librarians, shy b*tches and talking parakeets
I don't f*ck with no broke b*tches, I don't f*ck with no petty n*ggas
I don't listen to none these b*tches, yeah, only f*ck with my money n*gga

[Pre-Chorus]
I heard n*ggas hatin' on me from the sideline, mm, nice try
Can't see you n*ggas anyway, two b*tches standing on my pride
I, yeah yeah, got a lot of sh*t, sh*t to say, so I'ma start of saying this
I could give a f*ck what a magazine say, get off my di*k
That's the tip, mhm

[Chorus]
I don't f*ck with no broke b*tches
I don't f*ck with Hollywood n*ggas
I don't f*ck with no gold diggers
Only f*ck if she dope, n*gga
I don't f*ck with no broke b*tches
I don't f*ck with Hollywood n*ggas
I don't f*ck with no gold diggers
Only f*ck if she dope, n*gga