Hold up
Smoke something b***h
My trademark know what I'm talkin bout
Yea know what I'm talkin bout
Uncle George was talkin' bout
Hey man do fries come with that shake
Do green guys come with them thighs
Shit pimpin' Tommy loose OC
Boss get cash money smokin' the vapors
Don't chase the cat chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
b***h in yo mind ho I got cake
Boss get cash money smokin' the vapors
Don't chase the cat chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
b***h in yo mind ho I got cake
Well Peter Piper Pete Kepers and Run rock rhymes
You know that C Pimp hoes and Bun knock dimes
I be at it and on it
Don't start no static I want it
When I want it I get it
So get to hoppin' up on it
Ain't no stopping no frontin
This certified and official
When I see you lickin your lips
You wanna blow on my whistle
But I got that harmonica
You can play it like Stevie
They say that pimpin ain't easy
Man it is if you be me
I see a new one every day
And they think that
Cause they jazzy and they carefree
They gon' talk me out my pay
See you tight but see
My game is just a little bit tighter
Pay for p***y that's alright
I grab the smoke so pass the lighter
Boss get cash money smokin' the vapors
Don't chase the cat chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
b***h in yo mind ho I got cake
Boss get cash money smokin' the vapors
Don't chase the cat chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
b***h in yo mind ho I got cake
Mane you know I hit the first night
Get 'em right the first date
But I got a question for yah
Do thighs come with that shake
You want Pappadeaux seafood
Well you gon have to eat boo
Won't be in my foreign car
You gon' be a porn star
I know what's going through your head
If I hit 'em right with head
I might get a slice of bread for just a minute
I get cash in duffle bags I don't chase the cat
Let em ride get em high as I pay for cake
Sorry girl I gotta go
Like Pimp I'm on that purple dro
Mid-west 30 a show yea I hustle and flow
Round town a bad chicks tryna flag me down
Zoom zoom see ya later I gotta get the paper
Boss get cash money smokin' the vapors
Don't chase the cat chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
b***h in yo mind ho I got cake
Boss get cash money smokin' the vapors
Don't chase the cat chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
b***h in yo mind ho I got cake
Shit now all the trickin'
You should stop it money been the topic
While she digging in your pockets
I be pluggin on her socket
All off in your crib feet up on your shit
Instead of breakin' off a ho
You out here lovin' a b***h
When I get this pimpin' biz steel toe real throwed
The type of d**k that run a chick
Some shit that she could bill for
Live for all off in your billfold to make her happy
She shake you off
I break her off cause she bring it back to daddy
Don't be mad at me
Cause your ho done chose
I was out here on the stroll
She got down like she's supposed
I put her on some Vogues
And some flavors on her mind
Cause thighs come with that shake and green on the side
Boss get cash money smokin' the vapors
Don't chase the cat chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
b***h in yo mind ho I got cake
Boss get cash money smokin' the vapors
Don't chase the cat chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
b***h in yo mind ho I got cake
