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I keep pimpin'
I keep pimpin’
I keep I, I keep pimpin'
I, I, I keep pimpin'

I got a b*t*h in the back, got a ho in the front
One cookin’ the crack, one rollin da blunt
You get pu**y and a** from a beautiful broad
If you lookin' for 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 [?]
I talk like bi, b*t*h 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 comin' out here
And that ain't fair but I don't care
I’m a motherf**kin’ Cash Money Millionaire, yeah!

Who you think you f**kin' with? (B*t*h!)
Who you think you f**kin’ with?
Who you think you f**kin' with?
Who you think you f**kin' with? (B*t*h!)
Who you think you f**kin' with? I’m serious bout this pimpin' sh*t
Who you think you f**kin' with? (B*t*h!)
Who you think you f**kin' with?
Who you think you f**kin' with?
Who you think you f**kin' with? (B*t*h!)
Who you think you f**kin' with? I'm serious bout this pimpin' sh*t
I got 25 dollars on my dresser and if I
Give it to my ho she gon bring back mo'
Not a.. minute go she ain't gettin that loot
And if you ain't got no money she ain't gettin at you
I like em sexy high yellow if you fit in that shoe
Ooh boo you can come and get in that coupe
Take a hit of that fruit, get high with Wayne
Fly with Birdman Jr., wave hi to planes
Say bye to lames, don't buy they game
If he ain't scored in the first half bench his a**
If you play wit my money I'ma lynch ya a**
I'll John Lynch ya sh*t don't tempt me b*t*h Oh!
Wipe me down cause I'm filthy rich
If gettin moneys a crime then I'm guilty b*t*h
And that ain't fair but I don't care
I'm a motherf**kin Cash Money Millionare Yeah!

Who you think you f**kin' with? (B*t*h!)
Who you think you f**kin' with?
Who you think you f**kin' with?
Who you think you f**kin' with? (B*t*h!)
Who you think you f**kin' with? I'm serious bout this pimpin' sh*t
Who you think you f**kin' with? (B*t*h!)
Who you think you f**kin' with?
Who you think you f**kin' with?
Who you think you f**kin' with? (B*t*h!)
Who you think you f**kin' with? I'm serious bout this pimpin' sh*t
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 for months
Leave ya girl at home I made 21
Got that thing on chrome blade 21
Got them thangs inside make me empty one
Pull it over to the side by a pretty one, like
What's good mami come make a cloud yo pillow, come fly wit me
My diamonds sing, my weed is rap
Call me Weezy Da King or call me Weezy Da Crack
If pimpin' is dead then I'm bringin' 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 motherf**kin' Cash Money Millionaire, yeah!

I'm a motherf**kin Cash Money Millionaire, naire, naire...
I'm a motherf**kin Cash Money Millionaire, naire, naire...
I'm a motherf**kin Cash Money Millionaire, naire, naire...
I'm a motherf**kin Cash Money Millionaire, naire, naire...

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