Cash Money Millionaires

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 ho in the front
One cookin' the crack, one rollin' the blunt
You get pussy and ass from a beautiful broad
If you're looking for that, holla at your 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 here
Best player on my team when, I ball women cheer
And they love the way I come out with the gear
This jacket, these shoes don't come out this year
So if you love your 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

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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 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 planes
Say bye to lames 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 money's 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

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
(I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire)
Who you think you fucking with (bitch)
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(I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire)

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 for days, got women for months
Leave your girl at home I made 21
I got that thing on chrome blade 21
Got them things inside make me empty one
Pull it over to the side by a pretty one, like
What's good mami come make a cloud your pillow, come fly wit' me
My diamond sing, my weed is rap
Call me Weezy the 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 your shoe's too small shawty take that back
'Cause you gon' walk all day 'til you make that back
And that ain't fair but I don't care
I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire, yeah

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
(I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire)
Who you think you fucking with (bitch)
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(I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire)
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What's really good, mama
It's ya boy W-E-E-Z-Y-F Baby
So high in the sky, I'm so fly watch out for the power lines ya know
Get with me, one
Pimp Daddy

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I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire
I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire
I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire
I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire