I Got (feat. Pimp C & Project Pat)

Three 6 Mafia

Put your money where your mouth is, boy

If you really wanna do something

Bitch, I got money, I got clothes

I got whips, I got hoes

Bitch, I got money, I got clothes

I got whips, I got hoes

Bitch, I got money, I got clothes

I got whips, I got hoes

I got money, I got clothes

I got whips, I got hoes

I'm riding tall on twenty-fours, spitting game out to the hoes

With my windows tinted black, make you think you saw a ghost

My home painted white on white, inside leather white on white

Chiefing, drinkin', up all night, ballin' out, yeah, that's the life

Ladies wanna roll with me, blow a bag of dro with with

Party to the crack on dawn, when I'm down in your city

I'm all about this pimpin', when it comes to women

Get some head while drivin', man, oh, what a feelin'

Bitch, I got money, I got clothes

I got whips, I got hoes

I got money, I got clothes

I got whips, I got hoes

Bitch, I got money, I got clothes

I got whips, I got hoes

I got money, I got clothes

I got whips, I got hoes

Here I am, here I am, so fresh, so, so clean

Up in the club, aw shit, I say I blew the hoe's brain

Before I came, I say I blew the whole thing

Clean as a dollar, off in my black on black Impala

The Don Dada is what they call me overseas

But over here I should say I'm the king of Memphis, Tennessee

Rap is a wrap, haters wrapped off in my duct tape

What it take I say I been hard since first mixtape

Face get your G's up, way, way up to my level

Higher than the clouds where my daddy rests in heaven

But on another note, I'm so spotless I changed the name

I surpassed clean, like a baby, I'm clean, clean

Bitch, I got money, I got clothes

I got whips, I got hoes

I got money, I got clothes

I got whips, I got hoes

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We got big rims, big cars, big guap, ghetto stars

In the hood, getting rich, getting it, livin' large

Sellin' white, sellin' pill, selling crystal meth, meth

Selling D's, sellin' speed 'till there's nothing left, left

Fresh clothes, pullin' hoes, get my roll on

Phone ringing off the hook, bitch, hold on

I got some brand new woofer, put some more hoes on

So I can hit the club, strip, and get chose on

I got money, I got clothes

I got whips, I got hoes

I got money, I got clothes

I got whips, I got hoes

I got money, I got clothes

I got whips, I got hoes

I got money, I got clothes

I got whips, I got hoes