Styling* lyrics

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[Chorus]
Stylin' on these hoes, I'm stylin' on these hoes
I be stylin' on these hoes, I'm stylin' on these hoes
[?] wrist full of gold
I be stylin' on these n*ggas, stylin' on these hoes
Grind up a check, got it at the store
Runnin' through the checks till the club close
Stylin' on these n*ggas, stylin' on these hoes
I be stylin' on these b*tches, stylin' on these hoes

[Verse 1]
I gotta get it, I need the chicken, I need the bread
That's why I'm workin' and I'm in the Benz 'cause you in the bed
b*tches is sleepin', f*ck is they thinkin'? What is you doin'?
Then they be mad, lookin' at me like I did something to 'em, uh
Bank account on racks, pus*y still on drip drop
Put this pus*y on wax, took me straight to the tip top
I might race with the Wraith, ain't no space in the safe
Next b*tch in my face catchin' case, catchin' case
But anywho, anywho, Birkin bag, Jimmy Choos
All my b*tches say "Eeeeooowwww!", all my guns go "Boom!"
More guns than the warden, smack hoes with my Jordans
pus*y's floodin' New Orleans, kiss a b*tch and I'm gorgeous
Never been no pus*y, yo, I'm always with the sh*ts
I ain't never been no dirty broad but now I'm filthy rich, b*tch b*tch!
[Chorus]
Stylin' on these hoes, I'm stylin' on these hoes
I be stylin' on these hoes, I'm stylin' on these hoes
[?] wrist full of gold
I be stylin' on these n*ggas, stylin' on these hoes
Grind up a check, got it at the store
Runnin' through the checks till the club close
Stylin' on these n*ggas, stylin' on these hoes
I be stylin' on these b*tches, stylin' on these hoes

[Verse 2]
Money, money, money, money's all I think of
I swear to God, I wake up and get the green stuff
You put your money on these hoes, get your refund
I just got my nails did, I just got my weave done
If you want a fly press put Bardi on that sh*t
I just bought a new gun, put a body on that sh*t
She upstairs, I'ma wait in the lobby for that b*tch
I got my b*tch and a man that can buy me all that sh*t
You can find my fine ass
Bathtub with a wine glass
All these hoes wanna bring me down
I don't never ever mind that
Can you show me where your money is?
'Cause I know where mine's at
All the energy you put in me
You just tryna get the top back
Lately I been on some conceited sh*t
'Cause I don't need a b*tch
Blast off, I don't feed a b*tch
That's how I treat a b*tch
In my hood I got hella stripes
Straight Adidas sh*t
Hope she got the same energy
When I see that b*tch, b*tch!
[Chorus]
Stylin' on these hoes, I'm stylin' on these hoes
I be stylin' on these hoes, I'm stylin' on these hoes
[?] wrist full of gold
I be stylin' on these n*ggas, stylin' on these hoes
Grind up a check, got it at the store
Runnin' through the checks till the club close
Stylin' on these n*ggas, stylin' on these hoes
I be stylin' on these b*tches, stylin' on these hoes