Pimpin (feat. Rick Ross)

Yea Yea / Dig / Yeah

**** I need a thick bitch, nice whip, **** how I pull up

Big pockets, rackays, look like they did push ups

Outfit Rick James **** check my fashion

All black Raf Simons did that shit on accident

Smoke big by myself don’t think I’ma pass the shit

Hit the hoe, you can have her, already had the bitch

Real diamonds white gold, we don’t wear no fraudulent shit

Hit my phone ain’t money ain’t got no time to bother with it

Everything I do, I do it big, B.I.G

And everything I drive I push the button ain’t got a key (no cap)

And every bitch I fuck I never trick I hit her free

Talking her lights is out, I texted her bitch please (dig)

First thing first, where my money

And second thing girl where you been

You always out, bullshitting

That’s why I’m fucking with yo friend

Bitch I’ma pimp (yea)

Did you hear me, Bitch I’ma pimp (yea)

Did you hear me, Bitch I’ma pimp

Half a mil’ in my SS

Rosé, big checks

Nosy **** be tellin’ things

Fuck around, get hit next

Rolex on Monday, Cartier on Tuesday

Rolls Royce on Wednesday, yo bitch chose to choose me

Money fast, I count slow

Hundred bands for the outro

Real **** don’t name drop

Throw it up if you ‘bout yours

Every gun, that’s 60 rounds

Every month, blow six pounds

Miami bitch give good head

Only time I’m sittin’ down

Fat boy gon’ stand up

Real **** gon’ man up

Broke **** still talk cheap

Lil **** aint’ said nothin’

Two bands on my shoes boy

I don’t know how you move boy

Young **** still kill free

I’ll fuck made you a do boy

First thing first, where my money

And second thing girl where you been

You always out, bullshitting

That’s why I’m fucking with yo friend

Bitch I’ma pimp (yea)

Did you hear me, Bitch I’ma pimp (yea)

Did you hear me, Bitch I’ma pimp