Letras
I was born a pimp cause I knew what the game was
Half way there, I was already famous
My daddy's big Bruce, that makes me little
Bitch take the blunt and split it down the middle
She gon' light it while my other bitch roll it
Got my mind on my money, man I'm way too focused
You can't keep a good pimp down, y'all know this hocus pocus
Watch when the hoes get gator shoes, Versace suits
Haven't you seen me? I'm hella cute
My Rolex watch and all my diamonds
That's why I ain't been trippin' on rhymin'
So fuck the money, I'ma do it for y'all
My niggas in the pen and juvenile hall
Did it real big when I was fuckin' with them click niggas
Then my hoes started workin' them trick niggas
What should I do? Rap for you?
Leave my bitches and all they do?
I don't think so, that ain't cool
What if my album only sell two?
One to him, her and you
That ain't shit, my car note due
And when a bitch ask this is what I tell her
Punk it cost money to ride on propellers
Do what I tell you and I'll turn you into something
Be a dumb bitch and I'ma turn you into something
Square nigga peep game, you might learn something
And when you see a potna in the street, burn something
I ain't jumpy, I ride through the hood
Flip a crack, blow sacks and blow backwoods
I'm a street star and a rap star in a fast car
Hit the sideshow and burn rubber like NASCAR
Potna this the Bay, we do it like that
Four speed bump killers in the Cadillac
We comb scrapers and put 'em on 24 inches
And soup up the engines
Gas, brake, dip, make the money flip
Bitch hit the strip, and give the pimp a grip
Rappin' was cool, but the money was funny
So I'ma turn out a young bitch to love me
(You came along just in time, my love)
Right back at you, fuck the hook
Nigga I rook and jook, I'm a crook
Dry or wet cook, I still get overs