[Chorus]
These hoes, they come and they go
My hoe, she dripped in Chanel
Bih' bad, this hoe on my shoulder
You broke, it's easy to tell
You hear the sound of the shells
This shit is not going well
Mistaken me for someone else
Now you tryna figure it out
Bitch what is you crying about?
Is it 'cause I don't love you no more?
All of this money, baby I can't hold
[?] tryna go acting like a hoe
But that's that lame shit, I be talking 'bout
When I be solid, you be tryna fold
When I be on stage tryna rock out
You be gettin' mad, because I don't see the phone

[Verse]
That hoe tryna get Bape'd down
It's like 10:58 now
Bae, you got me runnin' late now
So you tryna get saved now?
L-L-Lil' hoe, I don't got time for your games
But I still be playin' them
You said you was gon' change all yo ways
But you still ain't changin' them
And we be talkin' 'til the AM
Y-Y-Yo ex n***a, know I hate him
Even though I really should just hate you
In my head it really doesn't make sense
They be talkin' 'bout I should be patient
And If it was real, it would come back to you
You be steady tellin' me you ain't shit
And somehow I still run back to you
I can't lie, I can't live without you
I-I-I can't go up to the hills without you
I don't really know how to feel without you
Even though you hate me, I still care about you
And you still gave me one more chance
But I fucked that up too
Baby if you gave me like one more dance
Baby I would love too
I don't even know how to feel no more
I don't think I can heal no more
All this money, I can't be a kid no more
But I can't move on still
Even though you did me wrong still
I just gotta be calm still
Even though I'm still hurt inside
I just gotta remember that one thing that-
[Chorus]
These hoes, they come and they go
My hoe, she dripped in Chanel
Bih' bad, this hoe on my shoulder
You broke, it's easy to tell
You hear the sound of the shells
This shit is not going well
Mistaken me for someone else
Now you tryna figure it out
Bitch what is you crying about?
Is it 'cause I don't love you no more?
All of this money, baby I can't hold
[?] tryna go acting like a hoe
But that's that lame shit, I be talking 'bout
When I be solid, you be tryna fold
When I be on stage tryna rock out
You be gettin' mad, because I don't see the phone