Ask Dem Hoes lyrics

by

Swizz Beatz


[Intro]
Yeah, buddy
Weezy F. Baby, baby! Hahahahaha
Yeah, my type of sh*t
See—
When I do what I do, I do it
I said—
"When I do what I do, I do it"
That right
Haha

[Verse 1]
See, she all on my di*k 'cause I make a lot of money
But I don't know why, 'cause she gets none— bring it back
—all on my di*k 'cause I make a lot of money
But I dunno why 'cause she gets none from me
She only get di*k way down in her tummy
And she tell all of her friends; now, her friends wanna— bring it back
—only get di*k way down in her tummy
And she tell all of her friends; now, her friends wanna f*ck me
I'm looking in the mirror, and I see a dollar sign
I had a CAT scan, and I had money on my mind
I tell a b*tch, "Go and get my name on your spine
So I can feel good when I'm hitting it from behind"
I'm crack rock-fresh, baby, I'm that boy
Now, put me in a pot, and watch, I come back hard
Yeah, put me on the block, and watch: I come back rich
Now she done put me in that pus*y, she ain't come back since, ha!
[Hook]
Ask dem hoes
Yeah, ask dem hoes; ask dem hoes about me
Ask dem hoes
Mhm, yeah, ask dem hoes; ask dem hoes about me
I'm a beast (Ask dem hoes), I'm a dog (Ask dem hoes)
I'm a beast (Ask dem hoes), I'm a dog (Ask dem hoes)
b*tch, I'm a beast (Ask dem hoes), ho, I'm a dog (Ask dem hoes, yeah)
b*tch, I'm a beast (Ask dem hoes), ho, I'm a dog (Ask dem hoes about me)

[Verse 2]
Hat to the side, rims on the ride
It can't fit in my pocket, and I don't have to— hold up
Hat to the side, rims on the ride
It can't fit in my pocket, and I don't have to c*ck it
Scarface, b*tch: Cocaine by the pie
Got them hoes sniffing like them hoes 'bout to— hold up
Scarface, b*tch: Cocaine by the pie
Got them hoes sniffing like them hoes 'bout to cry
Ms. MySpace, don't blow my high
I download hard di*k to your hard drive
Then, she got on her knees; that's when we locked eyes
She caught it like it was a routine pop fly
I'm dopeboy fresh: New jeans, new everything
Them b*tches want me like a wedding ring
I told her that I'm married to the money, committed to the cash
All I see is pus*y, titties, and a ass
[Hook]
Ask dem hoes
Yeah, ask dem hoes; ask dem hoes about me
Ask dem hoes
Mhm, yeah, ask dem hoes; ask dem hoes about me
I'm a beast (Ask dem hoes), I'm a dog (Ask dem hoes)
I'm a beast (Ask dem hoes), I'm a dog (Ask dem hoes)
b*tch, I'm a beast (Ask dem hoes), ho, I'm a dog (Ask dem hoes, yeah)
b*tch, I'm a beast (Ask dem hoes), ho, I'm a dog (Ask dem hoes about me)

[Verse 3]
Call me "Weezy F.," b*tch, I'm straight from the street
The dope game is sour, and the dope is sweet
I live in the towers, got a scope on the heat
Hit you from a hunnid feet—we don't even have to meet
Your b*tch love me—we don't even have to meet
But if I run into her, believe me, I will— hold on
Your b*tch love me—we don't even have to meet
But if I run into her, believe me, I will do her
And if that b*tch is crazy, believe me, I will sue her
Got some hungry-ass lawyers that will eat her up and chew her
I don't know how you love her; I wish I never knew her
She only gave me brain—she was just another tutor
She blew my whole band—I was just another tuba
Now get off my di*k, and get lost in Aruba
It's money over b*tches, Cash Money over b*tches
Young Money over b*tches, get money from them b*tches—I do!
[Hook]
Ask dem hoes
Yeah, ask dem hoes; ask dem hoes about me
Ask dem hoes
Mhm, yeah, ask dem hoes; ask dem hoes about me
I'm a beast (Ask dem hoes), I'm a dog (Ask dem hoes)
I'm a beast (Ask dem hoes), I'm a dog (Ask dem hoes)
b*tch, I'm a beast (Ask dem hoes), ho, I'm a dog (Ask dem hoes, yeah)
b*tch, I'm a beast (Ask dem hoes), ho, I'm a dog (Ask dem hoes about me)
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