The Manual

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let me talk to 'em and shit
You know niggas always talkin' 'bout bitches ain't shit
Money over bitches
We give all our money to the bitches they ain't fuckin' with
(I love my bitches)
So I'ma send some love out, you know
To the bitches, hahahaha
Shit

Here's somethin' to remember
When we met that day in September
But, you been gone since November
Had to finish out your last college semester
Her major: brokerage investor
She probably go broke tryin' to invest her
Time and money in somethin' that she call love
'Cause she love fuckin' with thug niggas
That always get high and had to be drug dealers
Eventually she hooked up with some hood bitches
The hood bitches turned her on to strippin'
Now the gettin' is good and it's well understood
That money on the ward could make things get harder
Be glad I'm not a pimp, if I was, I'd charge ya
But for all that you go through
Just thought I'd let you know, hoes need love too
I'm fuckin' with you

Niggas need to read the manual
To separate your housewife from a ho
'Cause there's no rules to this shit here
Am I makin' myself clear?
What she don't know won't hurt at all
So keep big pimpin' on the low
'Cause there's no rules to what I do
And I know hoes need love too

You know what they say, right? Bitches ain't shit
And all men are dogs 'cause we just wanna fuck
Sun down to sun up, one up on the ho
I might go down on the low, that's just me though
From LAX to Heathrow
I'm one of them niggas that really doesn't need no
Introduction, when I met her she was girl interrupted
Grew up, became a woman not to be trusted
Frustrated and flustered
Livin' amongst these thieves, hoes, and hustlers
I'm thinkin' what's next
She had a studio apartment in the projects
Where her and her girl from D.C. used to bust checks
And hold the coke her niggas ain't sold yet
In hopes the cops don't know about all this
Shit, for all that you go through
Just wanna let you know, hoes need love too

Niggas need to read the manual
To separate your housewife from a ho
'Cause there's no rules to this shit here
Am I makin' myself clear?
What she don't know won't hurt at all
So keep big pimpin' on the low
'Cause there's no rules to what I do
And I know hoes need love too

Fake nails, fake breasts, fake eyes too
It's '04 and that's kinda what we used to
Plus you don't holler back like you used to
But I ain't mad at ya
I'm happy for a bitch even if I can't have her
I remember when you was down in Atlanta workin' gentlemen's club
And you didn't even know what a gentleman was
40 To love and I wanna serve
That body like Serena's with less curves
But actions speak louder than words
And you gettin' your money, mami, every month, fifteenth and first
Shit could be worse, you could be in the struggle
Or born with no ass and have nothin' to hustle
Go on, flex your muscle, 'cause that ain't the case, is it?
Go and get your paper, keep flossin' on these bitches
'Cause for all that you go through
Just thought I'd let you know, hoes need love too
I'm fuckin' with you

Niggas need to read the manual
To separate your housewife from a ho
'Cause there's no rules to this shit here
Am I makin' myself clear?
What she don't know won't hurt at all
So keep big pimpin' on the low
'Cause there's no rules to what I do
And I know hoes need love too
Niggas need to read the manual
To separate your housewife from a ho
'Cause there's no rules to this shit here
Am I makin' myself clear?
What she don't know won't hurt at all
So keep big pimpin' on the low
'Cause there's no rules to what I do
And I know hoes need love too

Haha, yeah
Rule