Tekster: Archie Lee. HollyHood. Model.

(feat. Slim Thug)

[Chorus]

Maybe it's me or I need to lay off the bottle
How come every hoe runnin' around tryin' to be a model?
Maybe it's me or I need to lay off the blunts
Why these model hoes runnin' around tryin' to pull stunts?
Maybe it's me or maybe I need to lay off the pills
Why these model hoes can't afford to pay they own bills?
I ain't mad at cha, keep tryin', you ain't no model bitch, stop lyin'.

[Archie Lee - Verse 1]

I met a chick named Jasmine, coming out the corner sto'
She looked real familiar though, I seen this hoe somewhere befo'
Asked what the business is, if she having a kid
She was married, but her nigga locked up in pris
We began to conversate. Titties, eyes, hair was fake
I was asking questions, tryin' to see if I could penetrate (trate)
Acting sedidi, she was trying to cap with me
She was fine, but the bitch wasn't that pretty (nope)
Then it hit me, I know who you are
Your stage name's Passion, you dance at the titty bar (bar, bar)
Thought about it, then I took a chance
Asked later on if I could get a lap dance
She said she used to do that, but she don't no mo'
Then I asked "Why?", she said "I'm not a hoe" (hoe, hoe)
My bad, then go tell me what you do
She said "I model.", I said "Bitch me too"

[Chorus]

Maybe it's me or I need to lay off the bottle
How come every hoe runnin' around tryin' to be a model?
Maybe it's me or I need to lay off the blunts
Why these model hoes runnin' around tryin' to pull stunts?
Maybe it's me or maybe I need to lay off the pills
Why these model hoes can't afford to pay they own bills?
I ain't mad at cha, keep tryin', you ain't no model bitch, stop lyin'.

[Slim Thug - Verse 2]

Why every hood rat I holla at claimin' she a model dat
Act on the side, you can find out where my bottles at
Pourin' her a cup, like I don't give a fuck
Thinkin' Thugga would be a sucka for a cute face and butt
Baby I ain't seen you in no Eye Candy or King
Or better yet, any of them known magazines
I might of seen your face on Myspace, but that's about it
You got some cool pics, but Myspace ain't paying shit
And you saying you an actress, oh yeah on what screen?
Just 'cause in my video, you got in one scene?
You can stop it baby, change the topic baby
I know you used to mean suckas, but I'm not it baby
The same girls I seen dancin' up in Harlem
Shakin' ass, butt naked while them D-Boys spoil 'em
But I ain't hatin', all I can do is applaud 'em
Get down with the Boss baby, I can give you stardom (Uh, huh!)

[Chorus]

Maybe it's me or I need to lay off the bottle
How come every hoe runnin' around tryin' to be a model?
Maybe it's me or I need to lay off the blunts
Why these model hoes runnin' around tryin' to pull stunts?
Maybe it's me or maybe I need to lay off the pills
Why these model hoes can't afford to pay they own bills?
I ain't mad at cha, keep tryin', you ain't no model bitch, stop lyin'.

She say she models and I said "Me too."
She say she models and I told her "Me too."
She say she models and I said "Me too."
She say she models and I told her "Me too

(Thanks to Paralex for these lyrics)