[Verse 1]
Walking through the dark
My phone is blowing up
Your girl wanna fuck
I don't talk to strangers much

[Verse 2]
Simon Cowell your bitch and no
I don't handle money well
But no matter where I go
You know the money flow

[Hook]
I don't fuck with hoes
Wear designer clothes
Catch me at my shows
But you already know
I don't fuck with hoes
Wear designer clothes
Catch me at my shows
But you already know

[Verse 3]
I don't fuck with hoes
Where I go the money flows
IPhone 6 airplane mode
It's okay to be alone

[Hook]
I don't fuck with hoes
Wear designer clothes
Catch me at my shows
But you already know
I don't fuck with hoes
Wear designer clothes
Catch me at my shows
But you already know

[Verse 4]
Money wipe away the tears
Where you used to rest your hair
On your side of the bed
I got three hoes laying there

[Outro]
(I don't pick up my phone
Just let me be in my zone
I'd rather be alone
Than hear your voice's tone)