Lyrics:
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 Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, bitch,
'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 Cadillac, no greasy
Head full
Smoke somethin', bitch
U-G-K, hold up, talkin' bout, uh
Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga
Polo fuck that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab,
and I'm on that promethazine
Life ain't nothin but a G thing
Switch lanes, get brain, hand down her g-string
I'm the type of nigga thats built to last
Smoke somethin', bitch
U-G-K, hold up, talkin' bout, uh
Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga
Polo fuck that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab,
better know
y'all niggas better fear us nigga
Word to my mother nigga
Fuck y'all niggas want to do
1 2 4 nigga G-Unit
50 Cent
Tony Yayo
Lloyd
and I'm on that promethazine
Life ain't nothin but a G thing
Switch lanes, get brain, hand down her g-string
I'm the type of nigga thats built to last
what you sayin'?)
(Chorus)
Ya'll live for bitches and blunts
We live for weed and money
(repeat 8x)
(Master P verse 1)
I stack greens like cheese
MoXs on the Howard J G
[Master P]
And y'all other niggas that's still livin
That want to be a hero but can't be givin
Yo life up for these
tree
Now
Sent by G.O.D
To save the word you and me
You never know who you facin'
Who ya chasin'
The life you wastin'
[Verse 2]
I was made by
and I'm on that promethazine
Life ain't nothin but a G thing
Switch lanes, get brain, hand down her g-string
I'm the type of nigga thats built to last
At ease
I would like to welcome the newest No Limit Soldier
Mr. Snoop D-O Double G, and he brings to the tank
Money, power, respect, leadership,
dem sleeves up
Nigga, what the fuck?
You know about that D.P.G. Bad Boy connection
Connected by Funk Flex we in a Lexus
Or even the Suburban, swerve
and I'm on that promethazine
Life ain't nothin but a G thing
Switch lanes, get brain, hand down her g-string
I'm the type of nigga thats built to last
niggas on the spot
Chorus
Verse 2: Master P
How do hatin get started?
It started by the jealous people
and they get mad over the things you
O-P D-O, mothafuckin' double G
The coldest entertainer, gangbanger since Alphonz Capone (say that then)
Count money like Basie, police tryna chase me
'Cause these crackers tryin to take a nigga life and they rights
I'm surrounded by fake-ass crooks
They swear they kingpins but don't have money on they
clique to the T-O-P on G-O-D with B.o.B.
Tell by the hat, you could tell by the tat, you could tell how I act, you could tell how I rap that I represent
(money man)
[Verse 4 - Roscoe P. Coldchain]
You either salute deaf cause you looked at
Thats what a old G told me
That was the exact moment I decided
O-P D-O, mothafuckin' double G
The coldest entertainer, gangbanger since Alphonz Capone (say that then)
Count money like Basie, police tryna chase me
Certified G, a young nigga so cold
It's the Pimp Squad Clique, punk bitch, we so tho'ed
Pimp smoke gray Cadillac, twenty four, imagine that
Camera in my
[Intro]
[Thurgood of PJ's]
Yeah, get up, get down
That's what P Funk say
[Snoop]
Get your money man, it's hard out there
It's hard out there,
shine, homie, until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me
(G-G-G-G-G
[Master P talking]
It's like all the shit we done been through, the average company
They probably would've gave up by now
But No Limit, we constantly
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