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Lyrics
Verse 1
Ya chic in your wip but she watching me,
tell your girl that I'm not for free,
sweet thing wanna ride with me,
jump inside with me, Felcone baby V.I.P.,
hit her quick, get her out,
see I got your girl loving me now,
with the lo stay rubbing me down,
couple thou in the mall,
playboy well that's how I ball,
haters mad hoping that I fall,
(Money Been Right!),
big body cars diping through lanes cop'em, summer time or when it get warm drop'em, flashy ice and expensive clothes rock'em,
when I first started spittin my flow shocked'em, shopin staying fresh in the club,
gettin sexed in the club,
every head turn when I flash the watch,
take a look at the rocks,
undisputed taking over the spot,
(Ya Love That!)
Hook
All night we ride, we scoop them brawds,
the cars, the cribs, the ice we floss,
the rings, the chains, the clothes, the doe,
the shows we rock for sho, lets go.
Verse 2
Me and fatz we be diggin them brawds,
at the mo we be switchin them brawds,
at the club we be takin'em off,
never breakin'em off,
after that we be shakin'em off,
(I'm A Stay A Pimp!),
lovin my playa ways,
keepin my game tight,
comin to my crib every night,
cause I stroke it right,
and I poke it right,
now tell ya man that it's poker night,
and you playin cards,
you can bring a friend or a couple of brawds,
you know I been down wit menagé trois,
I make you strip down to your sexy bra,
to your sexy draws, make you rip it off,
let you be in charge,
you ain't shy at all,
you say you like it large,
well got damn girl keep me hard OK!
Verse 3
Get money every where I go,
north, south, and the midwest,
DVD's in the cars roll big wit them shiny rims, TV's in the head rest,
nothin less then a dime,
gotta have a girl ten on the scale,
ball out in the ATL,
don't you ever be surprised
when you catch me in a Bentley
playa b-more is where I dwell,
(We Getting Money There!),
broke cats wanna rock my ice,
jealous cats wanna stop my life,
haters mad cause we gettin doe,
throw a party when we finish a show,
scoop your girl picked her up,
start to get wild when she jumped in the truck, cryin in my ear bout you all alone,
but act up and you walkin home,
(Ya Heard Me!)
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