These days I feel like I can have ten bitches on the side The grand feel with all these hoes God damn where the morals go I guess it's hard to find someone Who's not been with everyone Maybe I'm just old school, knows a thing or two Not giving a *** about time What these hoes need, my brown skin And my money tree that's on rise I've been doing things that these lames fear That nana boys on fire He been doing things that he said he would He's ***ting on our lives Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I'm drinking like there is a message in the bottle Or maybe I'll just leave one for myself for tomorrow To remind me of the *** that's going down tonight Pull down all that Hennessy Middle finger to my enemies Enemies, enemies Middle fingers to my enemies Enemies, enemies, enemies My hotel room's a mess Things ain't even take off yet Got by those bitches' *** Swear I don't know what's next Getting faded all night long Same *** at different times, oh I used to be the kid that gave a *** what people had to say But I swear to God that didn't make me change, we break my bread That bull***'s for the birds Fakes never get to us So I do my thing And throw my deuces up I'm drinking like there is a message in the bottle Or maybe I'll just leave one for myself for tomorrow To remind me of the *** that's going down tonight Pull down all that Hennessy Middle finger to my enemies Enemies, enemies Middle fingers to my enemies Enemies, enemies, enemies Middle finger to my enemies Enemies, enemies, enemies Middle finger to my enemies Enemies, enemies, enemies Middle finger to my enemies Enemies, enemies, enemies Enemies, enemies, enemies