Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Hit the parkin' lot, pimp game) Yeah, yeah, get your hands up (Hit the parkin' lot, pimp game) (Hit the parkin' lot, pimp game) My gator walk slight limp (limp), steppin' out slick Prolly fuck her mouth quick (hey), then get out, bitch I'ma bust a slight move (move), hit a slight groove (slight groove) Type smooth, fuckin' with the right dude (go) Talk that talk (hey), chickens get bought (don't play around) Get chalked (huh), bitches in bulk (hey) Get it wholesale (wholesale), hotels (hotels) Top shelf (hey), pockets on swell (uh) I'ma pimp clean (pimp clean), get seen (uh) Snap-n-roll steeze (roll steeze), ho please (please) Bitch, I'm Big Mack (big Mack), don't get slapped (uh) Keep 'em intact (intact), that's big facts (what you say?) Shoutout all my mommies gettin' food stamps (straight finesse) And your bank account got a few bands (straight finesse) Bouncin' to the ounce in a new trance Stuntin' for the summer with your new man Maybe I need to take trip, mane (trip, mane, huh) Out to California ('Fornia) Hey, we smokin' on the finest piff, mane (piff, mane) Huh, you know you wanna join us (join us) Hey, I think I'll end up on here again, mane (again, mane) I'll prolly hit my lil' slim thing (my slim thing) Hey, I move a ho like Fillmore Slim, mane (Slim, mane, huh) It's all about that pimp game (pimp game) Hey, now what you say? Look, now Rice I know you be on your smooth shit most of the time, man And that's cool, bro But you need to let these hoes know what the fuck you talk about, man You need to turn this motherfucker up a lil bit, man Let these niggas know what the fuck you sayin' for real, man Well, this bitch, that hoe (hoe), make her Tootsie Roll (roll) Gettin' to the guap (uh huh), I'ma set up shop Versace loafers (uh), on your sofa (hmm-hmm) Pourin' Perrier (for what?), for the soldiers Night shiftin' graveyard (graveyards), movin' eight broads (eight broads) OG Mackin' shit (alright), pull your player card Troops get the damn loot (get the loot), let me get 'em, shoot (do, do!) Talkin' out of place (bitch), you gon' get the boot Bitch, do a somersault (do a somersault) Acrobatic pimp makin' pussy walk (nigga, what?) Droppin' hella gems, can you fuckin' hear? (Can you hear, bitch?) Shinin' on the blade, player of the year Maybe I need to take trip, mane Huh, out to California Hey, we smokin' on the finest piff, mane Huh, you know you wanna join us Hey, I think I'll end up on here again, mane I'll prolly hit my lil' slim thing I move a ho like Fillmore Slim, mane Huh, it's all about that pimp game Hey, now what you say? Now, that's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout right there That's what the fuck I needed right there That's what these hoes needed in this motherfucker, man Aye man, keep sending shots to the goddamn DJ booth You know what I'm sayin'? It's the motherfucking Château It's a night at the goddamn Château It's your boy DJ Mo Green in this motherfucker You know what I'm sayin'? I'ma keep spinnin', we gon' keep winnin' These haters gon' keep grinnin', you dig?
Writer(s): Richard Dixon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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