I keep pimping
I keep pimping
I keep I, I keep pimping
I, I, I keep pimping

I got a bitch in the back, got a hoe in the front
One cooking the crack, one rolling the blunt
You get pussy and ass from a beautiful broad
If you looking fa that holla at cha boy
I'm a m,m, mack mack a p,p, pimp
I sp, sp, sp, spit out shrimp
I pull up clean I get out limp
I walk like pl, pl, player
I talk like bi, bitch get chere
Best playa on my team when I ball women cheer
And they love the way I come out wit the gear
This jacket these shoes don't come out this year
So if you love ya girl don't let her come out this year
If you leave her out there then she coming out here
And that ain't fair but I don't care
I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire Yeah!

[Chorus: x2]
Who you think you fucking with (bitch!)
Who you think you fucking with
Who you think you fucking with
Who you think you fucking with
Who you think you fucking with I'm serious bout this pimping shit
(I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire, naire, naire)

I got 25 dollars on my dresser and if I
give it to my hoe she gon bring back mo'
Not a.. minute go she ain't getting that loot
And if you ain't got no money she ain't getting at you
I like em sexy high yellow if you fitting that shoot
Ooh boo you can come and get in that coupe
Take a hit of that fruit get high wit Wayne
Fly wit Birdman Jr. wave high to plane
Say by to lanes don't buy they game
If he ain't scored in the first half bench his ass
If you play wit my money I'm a lynch ya ass
I'll John Lynch ya shit don't tempt me bitch Oh!
Wipe me down cause I'm filthy rich
If getting moneys a crime then I'm guilty bitch
And that ain't fair but I don't care
I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire Yeah!

[Chorus: x2]

I sit low in the car, sit high in the truck
Lay at the front of the plane, lay at the back of the bus
Got ladies fa days, got women fa months
Leave ya girl at home I made 21
Got that thing on chrome blade 21
Got them things inside make me empty one
Pull it ova to the side by a pretty one, like
what's good mami come make a cloud yo pillow, come fly wit me
My diamond sing, my weed is rap
Call me Weezy da king or call me Weezy da crack
If pimpin is dead then I'm bringing it back
Matter fact it never died so I take that back
If ya shoes too small shawty take that back
Cause you gon walk all day till you make that back
And that ain't fair but I don't care
I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire Yeah!

[Chorus: x2]

Who you think you fucking with [Repeats]

what's really good moma.
Its ya boy W.a.e.z.y.F. Baby
So high in the sky I'm so fly watch out fa the power lines ya know!
Get with me, one
Pimp Daddy!

I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire, naire, naire [Repeat: x4]

Writer : DWAYNE CARTER, BYRON O. THOMAS
Copyright : Lyrics © SONGS OF UNIVERSAL, INC OBO FRESH IS THE WORD