Lyrics:
You've gott a P I M P and all I want is the money
She went to work and the niggas were fiendin' yo
She had the biggest ass that you ever seen
In fact
til' tha first mothafucka got blasted
I put the nigga in his casket
Now they coverin' the bastard in plastic
I smoke blunts on a regular, buck when it
pullin' stripes, commander-in-chief
If fools run up wrong
Nigga, I'm knockin' out some teeth
I'm down here slangin', rollin' with these hustlers
big money
One day the circus was his
Now he's married to the acrobat
And they're training their kids
Yeah.
Now the jailhouse was empty
All
Freeze
I'm ma baker, but yer han"s in the air an' gimme all yer money
She's crazy, like a fool what about daddy cool
Daddy, daddy cool, daddy, daddy
with his eye open, keep his metal smokin'
Young wasted minds, fiendin' on dimes, cokin'
Forgot kids quick to break rules, and known to make fools
Out
the shades, I see right through it
You ain't stand up on your word, then you's a fool
They're not, chea, they're not, chea, they're not bool
I be wanna see
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
had me
Love is crazy, I'm glad I can smile and say
Ain't it funny
C-A double D, Hi
Double dose my
Fly by, red line
Touch the roast side
Oh I,
I'm just tryin to get mine you best get yours so what you hatin for
Verse 1: Master P
Pop the lock on the benz with the keys
To high to see his
ed, tell a story of the streets
[big ed]
My nigga jay got his ass snatched, why wasn't he strapped
Kidnapped by four niggas dressed in black
Ahh dats
Switch place after the break
More moves to make
Cause I'm in love with this
Trap ass bitch called Kate
This money gon keep me from looking funny
And bummy,
chains, a brand new Louie
You gotta spend money to get that coochie
She'll find a man who thought he was raw
Then leave him heartbroken when his money
shit taking place
Money still the motive and I'm clocking it like Flava Flav
Let me take my scarf off five-four-three-two-one bitch
Hodgy bout
only you could see the mess you're in
The enemy is closing in
See the white of his eye
He's taking in his prey in sight
It's just a matter of time
May
8 ball sipping, the bitches are flipping
Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping
Hitting my switches, collect from my bitches
The money that
Yeah, they know
But he check the lock every time he walk by the door
Never park right outside where he live
He don't want his ride outside his crib
The cops passed by, but he stayed calm
Cause the leather trench coat was keepin him warm
But this time they walked by real slowly
He thought to himself,
Hi, my name's Ludacris, and I'm high as giraffe pussy
And I'm close to the edge, so yo' parents can come push me
I curse so much just to get on they
Where you go (uh), remember me
I'm the best thing in his story
Why you all in my grill?
Why? Why? Ooh-why?
Can you pay my bills
Can you pay my
Oh, really? Yeah
Oh, really? Yeah (racks)
I'm scared to break the top (why?)
I'm scared to make a mess because I'm watched by the cops (fuck
off his shades, see what I'm sayin' is
Y'all know the rules, we don't fuck with fools man
How the fuck did we get so cool man?
Never ever
nothin' but minus money
Immature, me? Nigga ain't got no dick
No swang in his thang, know what I'm sayin'?
He just mad 'cause I'm gettin' it all night
He conquered all he could, but yet he's feelin' consumed.
By this neverending quest for glory he couldn't fuel.
Like a typical fool,
(I would go
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