Lyrics:
at the fact that I missed her
Ten by tens counting in my bankroll
Now she follow me everywhere I go
No this ain't pretend, don't care if it ends
I'll make you
Triple-six, come in my mix, flood it with tricks
I'm sharper than rough spoons for icepicks
Niggas price bricks till dawn, if the money is long
Cats who play
about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
I'm bout my money you see,
the trenches
I'm not gonna buy any lie from the wenches
Ooo, I'm ready
I don't care for the risk
My stare is compared to the flares on my wrist
I'm rare like
Moonshine, gold watches, gold rings
All fake, no bling, don't hate, that's my thing
I've got new clothes, old clothes, vintage, tremendous, endless style
dead, busta
Bein'-a half-way out my nappy head
But I don't care - I just grab my clip, slap and spray
Anywhere - it don't matter where a nigga stay
Yeah
I don't give a f*** about ya n****, baby
That n**** weak
Aye baby, you baby
That's some good p**** we can make a new baby
F*** you in
the city
On the kush and the beautiful women
If I blew by, best believe she was tooken
She just want the cash
She don't care if you good lookin'
She just
from them n****z who act like hoes
I'm mink draggin' out my 2?2 Paddywagon
Sittin' on 2-3's, diamonds on 24 karats
Ball not a b**** a**, and I don't
before you put bread for my mop
These men them no di care They no care if you swaf
You fit still die today they cam chop planty then they flop
And I
worried about no X-Factor
I don't make as much money so it's less static
Ayy, but I still gotta get this money
Swear to Allah my mama just spent 20 bands
Mętlik
Pokahontaz
ZWAKALA
Ewiva!
I'm 'bout my money, you see, girl, you can holla at me
If you fuckin' with me, I'm a P-I-M-P
Not what you see on TV, no
'm disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
a busy-bodied bitch
Shit, don't nobody care if you got plenty bodies, bitch
You a, (bad ass, bad ass)
Came in it solo, believe I'm leavin' out with somethin'
i'm hungry
Makes my head spin
R.e.s.p.e.c.t's what i need
Cause the game became fake with you'r CHH greed
Your circles a square cause they're boxing you
my kenkey
My own
Like the air dey feel am for everywhere I dey ooooo
My own
See the money baby come chop am for me ooo
Oyooyi, yagayooyi eei yai
got good chemistry
Melanin queen, be my sweet ebony
Give me your trust I go give equity
Bby spend money oo
It be you Destiny
I dey sense jealousy ayi
change but my limp
Can't stop 'til I see my name on a blimp
Guarantee a million sales, call it love or luck
You don't believe in Harlem World, nigga,
I be here
I get dough from cars and my bros
Then I chop that money in half, you call that P Square
It's eye for an eye, on my block
Talk loose,
Ran off on the plug, hit the gas, smash the pedal (woo, woo, woo)
Chop off my top like I'm Samurai Jack (Jack)
Blow this bitch up like some gas
don't care if you're a champion
No one messes with me
I am ruthless in upholding
What I know is right
Black or white -- as you'll see
I'm on the case
'm smoked out, I'm by myself
Bithc, I'm a king no matter how the cards are dealt
It's Young Money or it's take money
Long hair don't care, call me jake sully
Fraud niggas, y'all niggas, that's that shit I don't like
Your shit make-believe, rappin' 'bout my own life
(Woo) that's rare, nigga (woo) Ric
-pillow, p-p-p-p-pillow
One by one 'til the break of dawn
Please tell me this is real though
Let my body be your pillow i wanna be your
Morning sun, the only one
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