Story Behind The Song

Busted the Ho...

Song Description

Breaking up after finding out she cheated on you after you've given her everything a woman could want...

Lyrics

BIG MONEY HO'S Words & Music by: Pat Masters, Luis Collado & Cory Jacobs

Intro/Chorus:
WHAT DO YOU GET WHEN YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH A GIRL WHO AIN'T NOTHIN' BUT A BIG MONEY HO
WIND-UP BROKE AIN'T NOTHIN' BUT A JOKE CAUSE YA LOST EVERYTHING TO A BIG MONEY HO

Verse:
WALK AROUND... WEAR YOUR CROWN.... AND THINK THAT YOUR THE SHIT...
DAM ITS SO AMAZING... HOW QUICKLY YOU FORGET....
I GOT YA LOOKIN' BETTER WHEN I BROUGHT YOU THOSE TITS
DOC TOOK A TON A BUTTER OUT YA ASS AND YOUR HIPS
HOLD ON NOW THAT AIN'T EVEN IT
HAD TA BUY A THIGH MASTER TA TIGHTEN THEM LIPS
LET ME SPIT IT FROM THE TOP OF THE LIST
HAIR WEAVE, LIPSTICK, FAKE FINGERNAIL TIPS
TA YOUR LACEY BRA'S, G-STRING DRAWERS, FISHNET STOCKINGS
THE GARTERS AND ALL... WIT YOU'RE MANICURES AND PEDICURES
WHAT'S UP WITH YA CLOSET, NOTHIN' BUT FURS
YOU GOT YOUR MASTER CARD, AMERICAN EXPRESS ALL MAXED OUT
DAM GIRL YOU GOT ME ALL STRESSED...
(Chorus)
Verse:
HOLD UP BITCH... YA DONE LOST YOUR MIND
THAT MERCEDES YOU BEEN HOIN' IN SEEMS TO BE MINE...
YOU CAN KEEP THE MONEY... DON'T WANT THE CAR BACK
ITALIAN LEATHERS STAIN FROM PECKER TRACKS...
DIDN'T MEAN TA BE A DICK WHEN I CANCELED YOUR CARDS
AM EXPRESS, VISA, MASTER CHARGE
STAY AWAY FROM THE HOUSE, MY NEW DOGS BITE
I BEAT EM' WITH YOUR OLD CLOTHES JUST OUTTA SPITE
GO FUCK WITH SOMEONE ELSE'S LIFE AND STAY OUTTA MINE
WITH THE BACK STABBIN' BULLSHIT YOU PULL ALL THE TIME
FOR SOMEONE NOT TO NOTICE THEY'D HAVE TO BE BLIND
YOUR LIKE A SHOP VAC YOU SUCK, FUCK AND BLOW ALL THE TIME...
(Chorus)
Verse:
LET ME CALM DOWN A MINUTE... REARRANGE MY APPROACH...
YOU'RE SHITS IN A BOX SITTIN' ON THE FRONT PORCH
NOW IT'S A DAM SHAME I GOTTA TREAT YOU THIS WAY
HOPE YOU MAKE IT PAST THE PUPPIES... I AIN'T FEED EM' TODAY...
TOO LATE BABY GIRL YOUR THINGS GOT ALL TOURCHED...
I LIT EM' WITH MY FLAME THROWER... EVERYTHINGS SCORCHED...
I GUESS I'M THE BAD GUY BUT YOU'RE STILL TO BLAME
I WASN'T THE ONE WHO MOANED OUT THE WRONG NAME
YOU'RE HARDER TO RESIST NOW YOU LOOK LIKE A SAINT...
SO I REWIND THE TAPE TO REMIND ME YOU AIN'T...
TRIED TO TAKE ME FOR ALL MY RICHES... CAUSED ME NOTHIN' BUT GRIEF
WON'T BE SMILIN'FOR LONG I STOPPED PAYMENT ON YOUR TEETH
(Chorus)
Verse:
FROM THE J-LO'S TO THE ANNA NICOLE'S
YOUR ONLY CHASING WALLETS, YA BIG MONEY HO'S
GO ASK PUFFY AND THE DEAD GUY... BOTH OF EM' KNOW...
WHAT ITS LIKE TO BE TAKEN BY A BIG MONEY HO...
NOW DON'T GET ME WRONG... YOUR NOT ALL TO BLAME
IT'S YOUR MOM'S WHO TAUGHT YOU HOW TO PLAY THIS GAME...
WELL MAYBE NEXT TIME YOU'LL HAVE BETTER LUCK
AND THE NEXT GUY YOU FUCK WON'T HAVE A PRENUP...
YOU FUCKED UP WITH ME AND SOLD YOURSELF SHORT
THEN IT MADE YOU LOOK LIKE SHIT IN THE MIDDLE A COURT...
ONLY THING ABOUT COURT THAT I'M REMEMBERIN'
IS THE WAY THE JUDGE SAID... COULD YOU REWIND THAT AGAIN...
(Chorus 2x's END...)