B.o.B an American hip-hop artist and record producer who took a different musical direction than the expected Dirty South sound.
I got a new confession
I battle with depression
I got a lotta trust issues
I guess I feel neglected
I use that [?]
Now I’m just fucking reckless
I spend a lotta time
Just tryna be accepted
I canceled all my shows
I burned all my clothes
I’m going out my mind
I just need to be alone
Like the snow, like the snow
In a avalanche
It just rolls and it rolls
‘TiI it finally lands
It rolls
Cash, money, hoes
That’s all a nigga knows
Cash, money, hoes
That’s all a nigga knows
I’m sick of your suggestions
I hate the stupid questions
Just wanna be myself
I hate to be corrected
They say I need a ration
They say I ain’t in a restin’
If you lookin’ for a friend
Then you in the wrong profession
I cut off all my hoes
I smoke up all my drough
When you going through some shit
You just hope nobody knows
Like the snow, like the snow
In a avalanche
It just rolls and it rolls
‘TiI it finally lands
It rolls
Cash, money, hoes
That’s all a nigga knows
Cash, money, hoes
That’s all a nigga knows
Like the snow, like the snow
It just rolls and it rolls
It rolls
Cash, money, hoes
That’s all a nigga knows
Cash, money, hoes
That’s all a nigga knows
Lyrics added by Denise T.
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- Publishing: No Genre/ empire
- Co-Production: B.o.B
- Composition: Simmons, Jr.
- Release Date: 12 May 2017