Step up to this pimpin'
Lies, tangled with fiction
Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for
I think it's fucked up how, us rappers and athletes can make more money than a soldier at war
I make more money now than both my parents combined still,
So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill
Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy
People say that i'm a bum, my parents make modest money,
Funny how some money make a bitch switch
Fuck you faggots, i'm with a fat bitch
Gone head an make that money
Nothin sweet when i attend, see
So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face
Nah i ain't afraid to demonstrate my pimpin' ways
All the women of color i'm in love with your skin
You thought i was done i'm not finished pimpin'
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