Middle Fingers Lyrics by Tay Money, lil.eaarl, & Huncho Da Rockstar
Middle finger to them hatin’ hoes over there
Middle finger to them hatin’ hoes over there
Middle finger to them hatin’ hoes over there
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em
Fuck them hoes over there
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em
Fuck them hoes over there
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em
Fuck them hoes over there
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em
Fuck them hoes over there
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em
Fuck them hoes over there
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em
Fuck them hoes over there
Middle finger to them hatin’ hoes that fuck with basic hoes
Captain of the team but I was never captain save a hoe
She mad her n**** can’t run up a bag
When I step in the mall I don’t care about the tag
I run that up and she know I’m gon’ come with the swag
You play with your pussy, I play with them racks
Me and Glock be out with the next
Stay in your place, shawty at the back
We with the baddest bitches that’s a fact
Thirty four wasn’t run touch you like Shaq
This a Hellcat not a Scat
I’ma beat the pussy from the back
Why you doing the most? Shawty, just relax
I’m off the joint right now can’t check
Fuck it, I’m fuckin’ it, finna get groovey
Pull out the camera, let’s make us a movie
Fuck it, I’m finna get groovy
Pull out the camera, let’s make us a movie
Fuck it, I’m fuckin’ it, finna get groovey
Pull out the camera let’s make us a movie
I fell in love with your booty
I like my bitches bad and bougie
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em
Fuck them hoes over there
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em
Fuck them hoes over there
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em
Fuck them hoes over there
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em
Fuck them hoes over there
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em
Fuck them hoes over there
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em
Fuck them hoes over there
Goofy ass hoe ain’t comin’ like me
Can’t make him cum like me
Can’t go dumb like me, bitch, I’m the one like he on his knees
Diamonds on ice, come ski
He hit it one time and turn to a fiend
She hatin’ on me
IG famous all in your feed
Ah man, ay damn, Tay Money, where your man?
With them questions, keep on flexing, hatin’ hoes leave a message
I’m walking in, they started sweating
Your man choosing, I might let him
If it’s pressure I might press ’em, bitches scary, I’ma get them
Damn whoa, ay go, Tay Money, bank roll
You can’t talk to me however ’cause I get my own dough
Bitches watch me every day, might as well get my own show
And if he fuck with me then what makes you think you can be his hoe?
Sike bitch, dumb ass hoe, you better go try again
Bitches hatin’ but they die to be my friend
Fuck them hoes over there
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em
Fuck them hoes over there
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em
Fuck them hoes over there
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em
Fuck them hoes over there
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em
Fuck them hoes over there
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em
Fuck them hoes over there
Fuck them hoes ’cause can’t none of them touch they toes
Bitch, make it clap and I’m talking about with no clothes
Intersection with the gang throwing up fours
Out your bitch ’cause we gon’ fuck your hoes
Ain’t no code, we shall spread no hoe
Ain’t no code, we shall spread no hoe
If you want no show, you gon’ have to pay for that flow
I’m talking about money, ain’t no prices over here low
We eat lobster, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no imposter
Filet mignon, she gon’ bust it like a choppa
Smokin’ gas, shit, I think I need a doctor
I’m not her dad but she keep calling me Papa
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em
Fuck them hoes over there
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em
Fuck them hoes over there
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em
Fuck them hoes over there
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em
Fuck them hoes over there
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em
Fuck them hoes over there
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em
Fuck them hoes over there