Lyrics No Hoodie - Curly J

No Hoodie

I got some ho’s from the past that said I was trash
And now the same ones wanna do me
I really got too many groupies
I mix the Gucci with Louis to Choo-ees
I had to tell her I’m straight out the island
Too much designer, the money been piling
That boy way too cold, they like, «What is you plotting?»
I had the cheaps and they had the niners
You better stop it, that boy is on fire
I broke her heart but I ain’t no liar
I said that I’m hot, I wanna be hotter
Word to my mother and word to my father
She already get but I still went and got her
She love to show off whatever I got her
I spent bands on all my shottas, mismatched Balenciaga
All these girls wanna get on my roster
She doin' on hands no floka, yeah