Crooked I - f** U Pay Me lyrics

[Verse 1: Twista] Black diamonds, black mink in the black Cadillac, y'all Look at Crooked I Now look at I See how I pull up and the b**h'll come out like I don't Sugar pie Don't you want to get up under a pimp of magnificent lyricism Bad b**hes with rhythm When the women come to making their money, they only doing sh** to benefit em All of the tricks be happy when they get up with 'I'm On top of the world after doing business with 'I'm Hardly gone, a feminine up in em It'll have em moving so as if they got the ventilator venom And it's sicker to get em in trouble In the bubble, I only want to see em rolling up the kush And all of my b**hes is thick If you do not believe me, then just take a look They spending their money cause I got the ho and she look too fly on the track Straight pimping like Bishop cause Crooked to Twista is like Superfly and The Mack And I know you think I'm bogus cause I'm telling these b**hes To go on and peel back they purses It's just a metaphor For me talking about the way I pimp these verses [Hook: K-Young] Tell them f** you, pay me No matter how much green I have, b**h I'll never fill your bank account f** you, pay me b**h, my dick is better than your p**y [Verse 2: Crooked I] Uh oh, here we go C-R-double O, I'm bout to pimp me a ho My deadbeat pops had pimping in his genes The only thing he gave me since a embryo Uh oh, there she go Now I'm bout to put her in a video D-boys give her them rubber band stacks Now I got dirty money like Diddy, though I'm a clumsy robber I'm a bu*terfinger burglar, mayne I'm a drop that j**el Let me explain, I'm a fill your brain with game But if you come lame, girl, we not that cool I'm a goddamn fool I'm a lean my top hat and pop that tool Get my guap back, you'll Know that I'm that dude from a top mack school And a block that rule - read my tattoo That's C.O.B., it mean cash over b**hes Crip or Blood, conducting organized business Circle of bosses, cartel of ballers Cussing out broads and we crossing over bridges Help a n***a get rich and richer Do you get the picture? When the pimping hits ya I Clock game from Mister Twista He taught me how to rock like Twisted Sister I twist your sister I put her on the block til she get some blisters I put her on the map til the vixen b**hes fly Put her on her trap like she's spitting a written to the rhythm with Mister I The pimp game's so ominous And you know Dominick's not synonymous with monogamous Nah, it ain't misogynist It's a metaphor to tell you that hip-hop is my bottom b**h [Hook]