Three six mafia!
Put your money where your mouth is boy
If you really wanna do something

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Bitch, I got money, I got clothes,
I got whips, I got hoes
Bitch, I got money, I got clothes,
I got whips, I got hoes
Bitch, I got money, I got clothes,
I got whips, I got hoes

Im riding tall on 24's, spittin' game right to the hoes
My windows tinted black, make you think you saw a ghost
My hoe painted whit on white, inside leather white on white
Cheefin' drinkin' up all night, ballin' now thats life
Ladies wanna roll with me, roll a bag of dro with me
Party till the crack of dawn, when I'm down in your city
I'm all about this pimpin' when it comes to women
Get some head while tryin' to mac, oh what a feelin'

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Here I am so fresh so so clean
Off in the club, now shut up I said I blew the hoes brain
Before I came, I said I blew the whole thing
Clean off the dollar off in my black on black Impala
The Don Dotta is what they call me over seas
But over here I say I'm the king of Memphis Tennessee
Wrap its a wrap, haters wrapped off up in my duct tape
What it takes, I been hard since my first mixtape
Fakes get your cheese up, way, way, way, up
To my level high in the clouds where my Daddy rests in heaven
But on another note so squad, so I changed the name
I surpass clean like a baby, I'm clean clean

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[Repeat: x2]
That paper is like trash nigga,
Throw that shit out [Repeat: x4]

Big rims, big cars, big gwop
Metal stars in the hood
Gettin' rich, gettin' it, livin' large
Sellin' white,
Sellin' pills,
Sellin' crystal meth,
Sellin' weed,
Sellin' speed,
Till theres nothin' left
Fresh clothes, fully robed get my roll on
Phone really off the hook, bitch hold on
I got a brand whip I put some low pro's on
So I can hit the club strip get some chose on

[Chorus]

Writer : FLORIAN SENFTER, EMANUEL GNTHER, PATRICK HOUSTON, JORDAN HOUSTON, PAUL BEAUREGARD
Copyright : Lyrics © BUG MUSIC OBO TEFNOISE PUBLISHING