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letra de same - 8oo ca$h

[chorus]
i treat all my hoes the same, gave ’em all they names
let them come and stay, let them call me bae
send them back to you, like ain’t nothing changed
you never had a clue, she my b-tch for the day
you can’t call me fake, i just want the cake
all my n-ggas ate, nothing else to say
and she think issa’ 8, put ya’ on the plate

[verse 1]
put you on a plate, tell my n-ggas eat
pull up on your block, tell my n-ggas feast
slay that b-tch like [?], got her on a leash
bought your b-tch para, i just want the lean
smoking on all my opps, she can’t even think
diamonds inside her eyes, she can’t even blink
hit her from behind, she can’t even breath
caught a b-tch by surprise, when she say my [?]
ain’t even getting money, we can’t even link
these lame ass n-ggas too bummy, can’t stand next to me
these n-ggas won’t take sh-t from me, put that sh-t on me
and i swear i ain’t tellin’ [?], put that sh-t on me

[chorus]
i treat all my hoes the same, gave ’em all they names
let them come and stay, let them call me bae
send them back to you, like ain’t nothing changed
you won’t have a clue, she my b-tch for the day
you can’t call me fake, i just want that cake
all my n-ggas ate, nothing else to say
and she think issa’ 8, put ya’ on the plate
[verse 2]
thank bro that i ate, had to say my grace
diamonds in my ear, diamonds on my waist
[?] on my feet, [?] on my waist
everything on fleek, nothing else to say
we know you n-ggas weak, nothing else to say
try the gang get sweet, nothing else to say
i’m in this for myself, i ain’t scared to say
can’t help you make it out, gotta’ make a way
whenever it’s a drought, we back to the bank
ain’t doing this for clout, been had a name
if i’m [?] i don’t pount, i be in the paint
these n-ggas can’t hold me out, bet i keep my chain

[chorus]
i treat all my ho’s the same, gave ’em all they names
let them come and stay, let them call me bae
send them back to you, like ain’t nothing changed
you won’t have a clue, she my b-tch for the day
you can’t call me fake, i just want that cake
all my n-ggas ate, nothing else to say
and she think issa’ 8, put ya’ on the plate

- 8oo cah

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