[Verse 1] I keep pimpin' to get in a bitch panties I keeps spittin' the critics can not compare me They put it simple I am Mr. Miami...
[Verse 1] I keep pimpin' to get in a bitch panties I keeps spittin' the critics can not compare me They put it simple I am Mr. Miami And my lil' pistol will flip over ya? We the best at best you doin' failing Straight finesse? That's from sunset we rippin' up Cali F**k the chips I dip n***a? Now I'm runnin' from the ghetto bird I got food on my stomach from the ghetto birds All I use are my ghetto words I'm the mayor in the hood on the ghetto terms I'm a get money I'm a flash dough Unique whips will cash grow I'm a keep pimpin' to get in a bitch panties Dead presidents are runnin' my family [Hook] Every dollar I get keeps me stuntin' Kanye and these hoes tellin' me nothin' I'm a keep pimpin' to get in a bitch panties I put a hit on a n***a head? Every dollar I get keeps me shinin' I spend a million dollars n***a just in diamonds I done f**ked every dime up in diamonds This for them d-boys gettin' money shinin' [Verse 2] Am I talkin' for police because I puff weed Lotta artists some recorded as a puffy Like a pimp I'm a skip, past the? Like a pimp order, pimp I import her Every dime you give a note that's a pimp quarter Cause every time she deliver like a pimp taught her She ain't married to the game just a pimp daughter Every Benz that I gain I get the limb harder What the f**k you n***as know about loyalty Huh cause n***a you the fuss Tell 'em what I said like I really give a f**k And that big foot hoe needed the hood Derrick Henderson still sellin' his car Smelled his ass no Ross just bought another garage Yeah, yeah they wanna be the boss But bitch n***az get twist in the cross I'm the best [Hook] [Verse 3] Thinkin' bout my bitch Candice Candice was also romantic Club crave, yeah I had cha both While I made lil' Crissy roll up my smoke Boss I need more champagne Lemon in every piece n***az know my chain Yeah I'm a millionaire you wanna hold my chain You could get a lil' pussy n***a hold my name Ross yeah I go a long way Well paid, baby-girl let the song play I'm lookin' for the next top model Gimme head on Youtube and then pop bottles [Hook] [Outro] Shinin' you feel me Shout out to that hole motherf**kin' 3-0-5 M.I.Yayo Maybach music, n***a I am the C-E-O and we are sucka free, n***a Ya n***az, yeah we used to pay ya charge and car notes, n***a We showed ya n***az love ya feel me But know it's time to stand on ya own two feet, n***a It's like I fronted you a bird and you came back with two ounces, n***a The f**k you think this is this Triple C, n***a Yeah like I said, baby I got ten keys on my wrist so have you the D.E.A. tell 'em that Boss
writers: ROBERTS, WILLIAM / THOMPSON, CHESTER / HARRELL III, ROOSEVELT / BECK, RONNIE / CONTE, VICTOR / CROPPER, STEPHEN
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