Cash Money Millionaires

I keep pimping

I keep pimping

I keep I, I keep pimping

I, I, I keep pimping

I got a bitch in the back, got a ho in the front

One cookin' the crack, one rollin' the blunt

You get pussy and ass from a beautiful broad

If you're looking for that, holla at your boy

I'm a m-m-mack, mack a p-p-pimp

I sp-sp-sp-spit out shrimp

I pull up clean I get out limp

I walk like pl-pl-player

I talk like bi-bitch get here

Best player on my team when, I ball women cheer

And they love the way I come out with the gear

This jacket, these shoes don't come out this year

So if you love your girl don't let her come out this year

If you leave her out there then she coming out here

And that ain't fair but I don't care

I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire, yeah

Who you think you fucking with (bitch)

Who you think you fucking with

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(I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire)

Who you think you fucking with (bitch)

Who you think you fucking with

Who you think you fucking with

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(I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire)

I got 25 dollars on my dresser and if I

Give it to my ho she gon' bring back mo'

Not a minute go she ain't getting that loot

And if you ain't got no money she ain't getting at you

I like 'em sexy high yellow if you fitting that shoot

Ooh boo you can come and get in that Coupe

Take a hit of that fruit get high wit' Wayne

Fly wit' Birdman Jr. Wave high to planes

Say bye to lames don't buy they game

If he ain't scored in the first half bench his ass

If you play wit' my money I'm a lynch ya ass

I'll John Lynch ya shit don't tempt me bitch, oh

Wipe me down 'cause I'm filthy rich

If getting money's a crime then I'm guilty, bitch

And that ain't fair but I don't care

I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire, yeah

Who you think you fucking with (bitch(

Who you think you fucking with

Who you think you fucking with

Who you think you fucking with

(I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire)

Who you think you fucking with (bitch)

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Who you think you fucking with

(I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire)

I sit low in the car, sit high in the truck

Lay at the front of the plane, lay at the back of the bus

Got ladies for days, got women for months

Leave your girl at home I made 21

I got that thing on chrome blade 21

Got them things inside make me empty one

Pull it over to the side by a pretty one, like

What's good mami come make a cloud your pillow, come fly wit' me

My diamond sing, my weed is rap

Call me Weezy the king or call me Weezy da crack

If pimpin' is dead then I'm bringing it back

Matter fact it never died so I take that back

If your shoe's too small shawty take that back

'Cause you gon' walk all day 'til you make that back

And that ain't fair but I don't care

I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire, yeah

Who you think you fucking with (bitch)

Who you think you fucking with

Who you think you fucking with

Who you think you fucking with

(I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire)

Who you think you fucking with (bitch)

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(I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire)

Who you think you fucking with

What's really good, mama

It's ya boy W-E-E-Z-Y-F Baby

So high in the sky, I'm so fly watch out for the power lines ya know

Get with me, one

Pimp Daddy

Who you think you fucking with

Who you think you fucking with

Who you think you fucking with

I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire

I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire

I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire

I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire