These days I feel like I
Can have 10 bitches on the side
The Gram filled with all these hoes
Goddamn where did morals go?
I guess its hard to find someone
Who′s not been with everyone
Maybe I'm just old school
Not givin a f*ck about time
I′m what these hoes need My brown skin
And my money tree that's on rise
I've been doing things That these lames feel
That damn that boys On fire
He been doing things That he said he would
Hes shittin on our lives
Ooh Ooh
Ooh Ooh
I′m drinkin like There is a message in the bottle
Or maybe ill just leave one for myself for tommrow
To remind me of the s**t that′s goin down tonight
Pour down all that hennessy
Middle finger to my enemies
Enemies, Enemies, Enemies
Middle finger to my enemies
Enemies, enemies, enemies
My hotel rooms a mess
Things aint even take off yet
Got bottles bitches sex
Swear I don't know whats next
Getting faded all night long
Same s**t in different times zones
I used to be the kid That gave a f*ck about What people had to say
But I swear to god That didn′t make me Change me Break my bread
That bullshits for the birds
Fakes never get to us
So I do my thing
And throw my deuces up
Im drinkin like There is a message in the bottle
Or maybe ill just leave one for myself for tommrow
To remind me of the s**t that's goin down tonight
Pour down all that hennessy
Middle finger to my enemies
Enemies, enemies, enemies
Middle finger to my enemies
Enemies, enemies, enemies
