[Intro]
(This is a real nigga PSA)
[Verse 1]
Tell me, why would I ever chase 'em if they come with the bread?
Young niggas switchin' bitches like it's musical chairs
I call her Grey Poupon by the way that she spread
But I'm a cutthroat nigga, all I want is some head
Oh yeah, nobody perfect
She say, "To me, you're perfect"
I keep the grass low so I can see the serpents
Let's roll some weed for worries
From where the keys are purchased
I fuck her so good, shе might buy me a Birkin
This paper multiply, the monеy trees are fertile
Niggas don't feed they circle
Niggas ain't G's, they gerbils
Nigga, I lead with purpose
Y'all niggas ain't read the sermon?
You fuckin' with these clowns, ho, when you gon' leave the circus?
Oh yeah, my watch foreign
My drop foreign
Bet my trunk pussy pop on the block and you know it
And you can tell I'm gettin' money by the way that it goes
And I'm a one of one nigga, I'm too much for these hoes
Yeah, I've been
[Refrain]
Pimpin'
Pimpin' been pimpin' since pimpin' been pimpin'
Since Peaches & Herb and Ashford & Simpson
Been huggin' and kissin' 'em since elementary
Cutlass and Regals, Impalas and Bentleys
Pimpin' been pimpin' since pimpin' been pimpin'
Pimpin' been pimpin' since pimpin' been pimpin'
Pimpin' been pimpin' since pimpin' been
[Chorus]
You gotta get your paper, shorty, fuck 'em, let 'em hate
You gotta chase the paper 'cause the paper don't wait
Hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey
You gotta get your paper, shorty, fuck 'em, let 'em hate
You gotta chase the paper 'cause the paper don't wait
Hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey
[Bridge]
Bitch, I got more money than your nigga, ho, don't talk to me
Bowling ball Impalas, gold slugs, throwin' salt
'Bout to break these niggas off
Feel like Michael, Off the Wall
I've been in it for a minute, why they act like I ain't raw?
[Verse 2]
Bruh, she peel up out that thong
Don't want affection, she just wanna hear her favorite song
Since a teenager, she was fuckin' like she was grown
But learned her lesson through all the niggas that did her wrong
Drownin' heartbreak in Patron
She say, "I don't need a nigga, that's only added drama
This how it's 'posed to be, my nigga, this my daddy's karma"
Slipped and told her I love her, I felt her becomin' distant
She say, "Yeah, you out here trippin'
Just get up out of your feelings
That ain't pimpin'"
[Chorus]
You gotta get your paper, shorty, fuck 'em, let 'em hate
You gotta chase the paper 'cause the paper don't wait
Hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey
You gotta get your paper, shorty, fuck 'em, let 'em hate
You gotta chase the paper 'cause the paper don't wait
Hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey
[Refrain]
Pimpin'
Pimpin' been pimpin' since pimpin' been pimpin'
Since Peaches & Herb and Ashford & Simpson
Been huggin' and kissin' 'em since elementary
Cutlass and Regals, Impalas and Bentleys
Pimpin' been pimpin' since pimpin' been pimpin'
Pimpin' been pimpin' since pimpin' been pimpin'
Pimpin' been pimpin' since pimpin' been