[Intro]
No-no-no-no-no
No-no-no-no-no
No-no-no-no-no
No, no
Census, what you cookin'?
No-no-no-no-no

[Chorus]
I don't mean to sound hateful but I hate lame hoes (Hate Lame Hoes)
You could just never mind me, my money stack so high that it barely even fold
All the ice on my fingers gettin' her lil' pussy wetter
I wanna go shoppin' tonight, new video camera
Let's fuck around and make us a banger
New bitch love to get nasty, she know my ex keep callin' my phone
Got the top down, fuck her in the back seat
Real player n***a get a Uber for the free-free
Real rich n***a, got it all on my own
Got a really freaky bitch tryna fuck through the telephone
I love countin' all the money when I feel all alone
And these broke n***as couldn't never touch what I'm on

[Verse 1]
Come here, lil' bitch, put your hand on my chest, baby, tell me what you feel
Ain't no heart up in there but I really be tryin'
They tell me what's the situation
I don't make exceptions if it ain't for you
Baby, tell me everything you thinking
I don't want another chance of losing you
[Chorus]
I don't mean to sound hateful but I hate lame hoes (Hate Lame Hoes)
You could just never mind me, my money stack so high that it barely even fold
All the ice on my fingers gettin' her lil' pussy wetter
I wanna go shoppin' tonight, new video camera
Let's fuck around and make us a banger
New bitch love to get nasty, she know my ex keep callin' my phone
Got the top down, fuck her in the back seat
Real player n***a get a Uber for the free-free
Real rich n***a, got it all on my own
Got a really freaky bitch tryna fuck through the telephone
I love countin' all the money when I feel all alone
And these broke n***as couldn't never touch what I'm on

[Verse 2]
The waves getting ridiculous
She tell me she drownin' her head in the thick of it
I don't do talkin' and hate being intimate
She think I'm spoiled, I swear I be kickin' it
She swore my dick is a drug
She start to fiendin' and bitchin' when she get to missin' it
I got too high off of mud
You get too high off my weed, bae, I'm just used to feelin' it

[Chorus]
I don't mean to sound hateful but I hate lame hoes (Hate Lame Hoes)
You could just never mind me, my money stack so high that it barely even fold
All the ice on my fingers gettin' her lil' pussy wetter
I wanna go shoppin' tonight, new video camera
Let's fuck around and make us a banger
New bitch love to get nasty, she know my ex keep callin' my phone
Got the top down, fuck her in the back seat
Real player n***a get a Uber for the free-free
Real rich n***a, got it all on my own
Got a really freaky bitch tryna fuck through the telephone
I love countin' all the money when I feel all alone
And these broke n***as couldn't never touch what I'm on