[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
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Wake up in the morning, roll a blunt and then I count bank
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Pull out the garage, hit a button then the top faint
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You ain't from the "A", all you really did was migrate
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Asking me if I'm great, yeah bitch I'm great
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Swerving down Peachtree, yeah bitch I'm straight
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Every day my birthday, yeah bitch I get cake
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You better get dough, ho you know I taught you better
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Take all his cash, grab on his ass, write that trick a love letter
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Came up off Ball and G, growed up off Bun and C
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Got me a Chevy swapped feet twice the same week
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Shawty say she want me, shawty know I run things
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We used to wear the mask like Friday the 1-3
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Then I found out I had that pimp in my bloodstream
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Got me one ho and then I got me a whole team
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Had a starting five with a bench on the side
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So for every bitch I got, she got a bitch on the side
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[Hook x2: 2 Chainz]
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Pimp all day I even pimp in my sleep
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When I wake up I smoke a blunt before I eat
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Ho don't violate, bitch you know I taught you better
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Take all his cash, grab on his ass, write that trick a little letter
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[Verse 2: Bun B]
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I got money on my mind, I got cash up on my brain
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I got green up in my eyes and I ain't finna pass it mane
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Never let a penny pass, never let a dollar disappear
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And if you don't understand me bitch I'll make it crystal clear
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Coming down the Gulfway, passing by the Scale Co
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Candy on the car, nigga pop my trunk they have no
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Choice but to watch the neon lights with my name lit
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Pimp a ho, stack the dough, yeah I'm on that same shit
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Lames sit your ass up in the stands and eat a hot dog
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This is for the big bosses boy and you are not hog
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Never been a eagle man, I never seen you soar
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Through the sky, looking super fly cause you paid off a whore
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You're not a pimp, put that on Pimp, you a fraud
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Buying pussy on the side instead of tryna break the broad
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We don't do that over here, matter fact we never did
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So keep your distance from the circle, we ain't with that tricking shit
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Bitch
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Big KRIT]
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Your eyes wide open, scopin', ropin' hold that thoroughbred
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Pussy wet like April shower, twerking power, thorough head
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Get deep in the mind of a pro, take her where she never been but where she wanna go
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Unless she in the comfort of a monster with a mouthpiece, then I reach her on stroll
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Pimp shit get rich and quick, tell a bad bitch how I feel
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Never laid back, gotta make a quota, if it ain't a high roller keep that pussy sealed
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So motherfucker can you buy that? At the rhythm of a bass drum
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Hit the club buy the bar like a star take that other nigga bitch like dare that nigga say something
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I seen pimps and you ain't one, you're not close to me I'm everything a real nigga supposed to be
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You act like you did everything you could, but she was supposed to leave
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At her neck like rosaries if she ain't where she supposed to be, I put her on game
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She devoted to the notion of roller coasters, and that won't change
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With my trunk on bang, sun on shine, break a bitch down like a Garcia y Vega
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Fill her up with the gumption to hit the ground running, and go and get me some gators
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Yeah suits with the tailor, that fit the frame of a nigga all about his paper
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Forever pimping, never slipping, forever recruiting these top notch hoes in the majors
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[Hook]
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Pimps
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| 2 Chainz |
