Cause I don't fuckin' need 'em
Whatever, you can keep 'em That be him, and I beat him I'ma pimp in every sense of the word Bitch, come and get your girl, bitch All food cough, come up in the world sick Go for a door, end up in the closet And my missletoe man sporting the portee, 2.50 on the wash, make them nervous As I trip along, I'm tripping on ens the better Like the Coupe or the Benz, the better If she cute, I tends to get her Small bu, high heel in the boot and the finty sweater
I'ma pimp in every sense of the word Bitch, come and get your girl, bitch
Take G-4 flights to London Then we wait back in Manhattan Two hundred on the dash in All niggas being like that Stop fronting, lil' nigga, I should make a call to a dude You see us all at the eaters, When I see you in the streets If I mention do it, like a week
I made my image scable art basel Rubber bands, no more chance to go angels Might need a home and range across gable Yeah, now, fucker, staying NY You can live both places, cause you been fly I walk out hostels to the N5 Tryna get a flick from a pimp with a sick eye What you hustlers gettin' ain't enough dough You see this hustler spending? I give a fuck flow Ain't gotta show how I'm living