Throw the money in the air
Leave with a couple broads
You're fucking with a star
I'm pushing forty stacks for a ten minute show
'Cause I'm filthy rich, making money out the ass
I won't stop till a nigga shuttin' down Times Square, yeah!
I do this for the block, no lies
So I can drop the top on the 645
See, until you're on top, niggas don't show respect
My name Mims, aka cut the check
See, I keep it so hot, but I never bust a sweat
I used to play the bench, but now I'm on deck
When I'm hopping off the jet, niggas' face look upset
But I'm quick to tell them
I'm so quick to tell them
Now you know your shit popping when the chick you just met
Got your name tattooed on the ass and the neck
Nigga true definition, "P.I.M.P."
There ain't a place I ain't been
Like my nigga B.I.G. said, "It was all a dream."
Now I'm sitting in the Beam, inside money green
Nigga all about the cash; you can tell how I lean
Keep your eyes on the beam like I told you in the hot song
It's all about the cake, being broke ain't an option
Haters in the hood with the heat trying to pop strong
I'm a quick grip when they see me with the rock song
I'm the freshest motherfucker on the scene
A grand on the jeans sitting on some ice cream
I represent New York, big city of dreams
Where we ride on tens, but you know we keep it clean
Ten times out of ten you gon' like the way it sounds
You know I get it in; and if you don't like it, it's fine
So get yours 'cause I'm a definitely get mine