Humberto Martinez - Cash Money Millionaires lyrics

I keep pimpin I keep pimpin I keep I, I keep pimpin I, I, I keep pimpin [Verse 1] I got a b**h in the back, got a ho in the front One cookin the crack, one rollin da blunt You get p**y and a** from a beautiful broad If you lookin' fa that holla at cha 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 (?) I talk like bi, b**h get chere Best playa on my team when I ball women cheer And they love the way I come out wit the gear This jacket these shoes don't come out this year So if you love ya girl don't let her come out this year If you leave her out there then she comin out here And that ain't fair but I don't care I'm a motherf**in Cash Money Millionaire Yeah! [Hook x2] Who you think you f**in wit (b**h!) Who you think you f**in wit Who you think you f**in wit Who you think you f**in wit Who you think you f**in wit I'm serious bout this pimpin sh** [I'm a motherf**in Cash Money Millionaire, naire, naire...] [Verse 2] 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 gettin that loot And if you ain't got no money she ain't gettin at you I like em s**y high yellow if you fit in that shoe Ooh boo you can come and get in that coupe Take a hit of that fruit, get high with Wayne Fly with Birdman Jr., wave hi to planes Say bye to lanes don't buy they game If he ain't scored in the first half bench his a** If you play wit my money I'm a lynch ya a** I'll John Lynch ya sh** don't tempt me b**h Oh! Wipe me down cause I'm filthy rich If gettin moneys a crime then I'm guilty b**h And that ain't fair but I don't care I'm a motherf**in Cash Money Millionare Yeah! [Hook 2x (verse 3) 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 fa days, got women fa months Leave ya girl at home I made 21 Got that thing on chrome blade 21 Got them thangs inside make me empty one Pull it ova to the side by a pretty one, like Whats good mami come make a cloud yo pillow, come fly wit me My diamonds sing, my weed is rap Call me Weezy Da King or call me Weezy Da Crack If pimpin is dead then I'm bringin it back Matter fact it neva died so I take that back If ya shoes too small shawty take that back Cause you gon walk all day till you make that back And that ain't fair but I don't care I'm a motherf**in Cash Money Millionaire Yeah! (hook) 2x Who you think you f**in wit....(repeats) Whats really good moma. Its ya boy W.a.e.z.y.F. Baby So high in the sky I'm so fly watch out fa the power lines ya know! Get wit me...One Pimp Daddy! I'm a motherf**in Cash Money Millionaire, naire, naire... (repeats 4x)