Custom Made Gangstas - Pimping & Money lyrics

[talking:] Yeah yeah, uh-huh uh-huh Southsi', yeah [Hook: x2] Ain't nothing, but pimping and money Ain't nothing, but pimping and money Ain't nothing, but pimping and money On my miiiiind [Lil' Keke:] A P-I-M-P, the M-O-N-E the Y I'm checking this cash, until I die I'm a mob boss, in cliamition I'm trying to rise I'm a young superstar, this is not a disguise n***az trash on they mash, but I'm pushing it fast Cause a b**h purse first, and her fat a** last I'm bout my paper route never doubt, the b**hes I run And it's airplanes and trains, for Lil' Keke the Don Half these n***az in the streets, ain't the gangsta they say Well C.M.G. is the click, that'll ruin your day I'm the teflon Don, and my game is lead Original S.U.C., my n***az enough said Mack game solid, rap game solid Slab game solid, so n***az don't think about it Space age spins, on the old school Lac It's big pimping and money, and ain't nothing but that yeah [Hook x2] [Famous:] It's all about the dollar, all about getting the cash While other n***az playing, I hustle and get it fast Ain't no time to be wasting, paper I'ma chase it Mashing for my cash, with no pauses or hesitation A lot of n***az claiming, they pimping well let me see Get her husband checked cash that check, then bring that check to me See I know she down for me, ready to clown for me Got licks out of state, she driving out of town for me Drive off and pick up's, she gon make my rounds for me And when I pimp my pen, she check out how it sound for me When her husband leave the house, I go and get my head blown She know I'm connected, know how I get my bread on But if she get upset, and try to turn the FED's on Don't want a headstone, plus I got her head gone The game in overtime, and Famous in a red zone C.M.G. 'nuff said, straight pimping going on huh [Hook x2] [Verse 3:] I keep my mind occupied in zone, for paper and pimp sh** You can catch a track, but I prefer you jack a limp dick By any means the young gon get it, you feel what I'm saying though Want work scared to hustle, f** getting your a** hoe Rather be on the block, f**ing for free and sh** Work spinning contagious n***az, I just don't f** with The game warrant got it on lock, from Oregon to Orlando Take me out, is like Bush being escorted without gas hoe My forty low as the can, to your trash bin I have a achie and scratching your residence, for your ends I teach frauds now perfect credit, I mean that That's the feddy and a egg, call her February and gum tacks b**h you ready to ride on my side, your stress I must confess n***a better out a vest on your mouthpiece, cause mine's is at it's best Low on enough said, Entertainment is my click The game sold never told, n***a ain't buying this sh** [Hook x4] [talking:] C.M.G. enough said, big pimping Get your money man