Money, Clothes, Hoes (MCH) Songtext
von Freddie Gibbs

And I stay up on my toes
Money, clothes, hoes
Money, clothes, hoes
Money, clothes, hoes
They say anything goes
For money, clothes, hoes
Money, clothes, hoes
Money, clothes, hoes

And I stay up on my toes
For money, clothes, hoes
Money, clothes, hoes
Money, clothes, hoes
They say anything goes
For money, clothes, hoes
Money, clothes, hoes
Money, clothes, hoes


And I stay up on my toes
For money, clothes, hoes
Money, clothes, hoes
Money, clothes, hoes
They say anything goes
For money, clothes, hoes
Money, clothes, hoes
Money, clothes, hoes

I got diamonds on my wood, bitches on my phone
Serve these hoes like dope, they just can′t leave this dick alone
You remind me of my jeep, got that for the broads
Took less than a week to hit that sweet and take it out
Bust it open for a pimp, make your daddy proud
Boy I bet she goes, she blow this dick I blow this style
And we stay on purple drank, OG in my wood
Only smoke that Cali shit, I put that on my hood

You got me thugging to the death of me straight G I'll ride it
Ain′t no pussy in my pedigree
I mix the Molly with the Keisha that's my recipe
I just sit back and let this reefer get the best of me, the best of me
And I be thugging to the death of me, straight G.I. rider
Ain't no pussy in my pedigree
I mix the Molly with the Keisha that′s my recipe
I just sit back and let this reefa get the best of me
And niggaz know that


That I′ma stay up on my toes
For money, clothes, hoes
Money, clothes, hoes
Money, clothes, hoes
They say anything goes
For money, clothes, hoes
Money, clothes, hoes
Money, clothes, hoes

And I stay up on my toes
For money, clothes, hoes
Money, clothes, hoes
Money, clothes, hoes
They say anything goes
For money, clothes, hoes
Money, clothes, hoes
Money, clothes, hoes

Got Versaces on my frame, Fendi on my waist
Girl you keep that clean, come sit that right here on my face
Said she got that super wet, we can super freak
Keep it on the low, don't put my business on the street
You remind me of my jeep, something like my sounds

Girl you know what′s up, you turn it up, I beat it down
It's the realest niggas in it, you already know
Gangster of the year, got that like 4 times in a row

Girl you′ll be the death of me straight G I'll ride her
Ain′t no pussy in my pedigree
I mix the Molly with the Keisha that's my recipe
I just sit back and let this reefer get the best of me
Cause I'll be pimping ′til the death of me straight G I′ll ride her
Ain't no chicken in my pedigree
I mix the Molly with the Keisha that′s my recipe
I just sit back and let this reefer get the best of me
And niggaz knows that

I'ma stay up on my toes
For money, clothes, hoes
Money, clothes, hoes
Money, clothes, hoes
They say anything goes
For money, clothes, hoes
Money, clothes, hoes
Money, clothes, hoes

And I stay up on my toes
For money, clothes, hoes
Money, clothes, hoes
Money, clothes, hoes
They say anything goes
For money, clothes, hoes
Money, clothes, hoes
Money, clothes, hoes

I′ma stay up on my toes
For money, clothes, hoes
Money, clothes, hoes
Money, clothes, hoes
They say anything goes
For money, clothes, hoes
Money, clothes, hoes
Money, clothes, hoes

And I stay up on my toes
For money, clothes, hoes
Money, clothes, hoes
Money, clothes, hoes
Anything goes
For money, clothes, hoes
Money, clothes, hoes
Money, clothes, hoes