PLANET OF THE HOES Lyrics

Woah, yeah, out of control, ugh, yeah

Out of control, ugh, yeah

Out of control, ugh, yeah

Out of control, ugh, yeah

Out of control, ugh, yeah

Out of control, ugh, woah

Out of control, yeah

Out of control, ugh, yeah

I'm fucking yo bitch ugh, yeah, and we at the club, yeah

I'm fucking yo bitch ugh, yeah, and we at the club, yeah

I'm flicking my wrist ugh, yeah, and we at the club, yeah

I'm flicking my wrist ugh, yeah, and we at the club, yeah

That bitch a fish, fish, fish

She finna go swim, swim, swim

Look at my wrist, wrist, wrist

I give her my kids, kids, kids

I do the dash in the whip, whip

That boy a hoe that you get

Marking the profits I keep a list

I don't really care about getting rich

Know it's gone happen anyway

Labels call my phone this shit is flame

Ice on neck while I hop on the plane

I am so hungry bitch pass me plate

Most of these rappers just sounding same

Really some fuck rappers saying aye

Keeping these notes in my folder

Need me some coffee Folgers

Her fat ass is floating

Shredding this beat I suppose to

Aye you need to get out feelings

Hella clouds sour diesel, four grams, four grams, blunt

I got no bands, what, she love my ransom

I fuck a fan, yuh, She want me to post her bet or pay up

Can't even afford a swisher

He playing guitar I don't need, yuh

Hop in the booth I'm broke as fuck

Flipping the bird, flipping the bird

What is the word, Cooking and stirring

I got the keys, wait I forgot, This push to start

I'm in my zone, That boy try stealing my flow

It don't even sound same, but I can tell

Piece out the puzzle at twelve

Take the words off my shelf

You too dumb to steal, thought I caught em lacking

Make you crying bout yo mommas pills, coming back from South Carolina

Got yo bitch cum and chill, for real, I needed the hunds

This banging in clubs, wassup, arranging, danger, stranger

Don't hate the player don't hate the game

Money in pocket I got some change

I never show it I got some pain

That bitch a fish, fish, fish

She finna go swim, swim, swim

Look at my wrist, wrist, wrist

I give her my kids, kids, kids

I do the dash in the whip, whip

That boy a hoe that you get

Marking the profits I keep a list

I don't really care about getting rich

Know it's gone happen anyway

Labels call my phone this shit is flame

Ice on neck while I hop on the plane

I am so hungry bitch pass me plate

Most of these rappers just sounding same

Really some fuck rappers saying aye

Keeping these notes in my folder

Need me some coffee Folgers

Her fat ass is floating

Shredding this beat I suppose to

Aye You need to get out feelings

Hella clouds sour diesel, four Gram, four Grams, blunt

I got no bands, what, she love my ransom

I fuck a fan, yuh, She want me to post her bet or pay up

Can't even afford a swisher

Yeah, woo, woo, woo

Sip slow, coco

Feeling right

Feeling good, yeah

For the night, she want me for life

Damn, alright, now I'm in my prime

Look at the satellites

I been traumatized, about a dozen times

Shit I'm so fly, bitch I go green light

Champagne ice, champ, yeah, yeah, yeah

When I met her at the afterparty she just show me love

I don't think it's clever that she really switching up on my brody

Buddy it's just funny I don't really get it but I got her making money but

I take the next bitch to the island she don't need no spray tan

We just on the beach she just sipping Mai Tai's

Oh yikes alright

We gon get it off light

Slap the cakes all night

She got bright green eyes, yeah, damn

She so pretty pretty, ugh, yeah

She gon twerk it twerk it

She gon move it move it

She gon work it work it

Not a groupie, she not a groupie groupie

Selling out the hoopty

Yeah, woo, woo, woo

Sip slow, coco

Feeling right

Feeling good, yeah

For the night, she want me for life

Damn, alright, now I'm in my prime

Look at the satellites

I been traumatized, about a dozen times

Shit I'm so fly, bitch I go green light

Champagne ice, champ, yeah, yeah, yeah

Turnt at the club turn the music up, ugh

Turnt at the club turn the music up, ugh

Turnt at the club turn the music up, ugh

Turnt at the club turn the music up, ugh

I just smoking up this gas this some skunk, ugh

What the fuck they beefing over pussy, what? ugh

Okay make some money then I stack it up, ugh

They just got some money bro throw it up, ugh

We just at the club shit turning up, yeah

I just shred to this beat damn wassup, yeah

See my ex girlfriend in the crowd get on stage, yeah

Dropping all this banger shit damn it's so flame