Grain of salt
Intro: JT Money
Yeahhhh wussup! It's that nigga! Uh! Nine Three!
Catch a record once again on them hoes!
Sendin' this one to all the negroes! Niggas with hoe problems ...
Niggas yo niggas is down over hoes! sh*t is real!
Hoes ain't worth it money grip!
No bullsh*t 'bout them hoes them hoes is SLAMMIN'!
But I ain't got no problem with hoes
see my problem's with niggas! You niggas MAKE hoes like this!
That's why - yo, f**k that! Yo, check it out ...
Verse 1: JT Money
Check it, I make the hoes get butt-ass naked
Every time I wreck sh*t on a f**kin' record
But listen as I drop it 'bout today's topic
Soft-flow pussy-creep niggas need to stop it!
Wanna shoot another nigga 'bout a hoe
Just 'cause he f**k, nigga, let that b**ch go
Now tell her how many niggas f**k before him
Guess you wanna grab a gat and go and try to show them
I ain't think so, not 'bout a stank hoe
Who like to f**k 'round head, tryin' to gain flow?
It's the '90s, you niggas better wake up
A lot of hoes out there's out to take stuff
Now this is not a record 'bout dissin' women
But all women got a little rob-and-givers in 'em
See, all them hoes wanna do is spend flow
With they friends and go dippin' in the Benz-o
Through the 'hood but you just couldn't figure
Your best hoe f**kin' 'round with some other nigga
Now you wanna clean your gun I'm gon' to
But that b**ch gon' f**k who she want to!
So to keep that sh*t on the down low,
My nigga, put sh*t past no hoe!
Yeah, don't put sh*t past NONE of them slimy-ass b**ches!
Chorus (4x): JT Money
Put sh*t past no hoe! (Don't trust 'em!)
Verse 2: JT Money
And to my niggas in the dope game
Who gettin' stuffed with cocaine and put it in they hoe' name
Better hope you ain't givin' it to the wrong b**ch
Make 'em (?) how you put out your own sh*t
And ain't a damn thing you can do about it
'Cause if it's in the b**ch' name, she could put ya out it
So to save all the drama,
Go ahead and give the sh*t to your sister and your mama
Let them be your main ladies
Give your mother the house and your sister the Mercedes
'Cause if you end up in the pen,
You know that good-for-nothin' b**ch is gone in the wind!
With a phat crib and a couple of cars
And you lookin' like sh*t behind bars
I think back, when I was off in the system,
Used to see niggas cryin', 'cause they hoes dissed 'em
I remember, one hoe told me
She was gettin' lonely, so I had to let her go, G
'Cause that's just an excuse to f**k a nigga
b**ch, I ain't no sucka, nigga
I'll holler at ya ass 'cause you know I know how it go
And yo, I put sh*t past no hoe!
I'm tellin' you man, y'all niggas better not sleep on these hoes,
these hoes ain't sh*t!
Verse 3: JT Money
JT, a nigga on the prowl for the big butt
And guess what, I'm only lookin' for a quick nut
'Cause most b**ches like to f**k like they ain't hoes
But f**kin' a nigga 'cause the nigga's got pesos
Hey hoes, you can stop sweatin' the funds
I got guns and I'm aimin' at ya slimy ones
And won't half step to shoot it
At a b**ch or a hoe, but young ladies are excluded
So back up if you're a lady and you should know
'Cause last year I told them hoes "All They Good 4"
And this year I'll tell they ass Some More sh*t
Why the f**k should I care about a hoe-b**ch,
Or a b**ch-hoe? Unless she rich, though,
She get this negro rollin' in a Benz-o
Or an Acura, Lexus, or BM
About the b**ch-nigga? Wouldn't wanna be him!
He got problems that he need to straighten
I ain't got no problems; I'm B-izin' and hoe-hatin'
And gettin' caught up is a no-no,
So be like me, my nigga, put sh*t past no hoe!
Yo, so now you know, that's what you get for trustin' them creep-ass hoes!