Pastor Troy - Cadillac Music lyrics

PT Cruiser, the bachelor Flip that hoe like a spatula She know that I'm spectacular My suit's cleaner than Dracula's Baby girl, I'm just asking ya Why can't you be a pa**enger? Me and you (are not laughing dumb?) Mark today on my calendar Can I speak to your manager? We could go get a manicure We could go get a pedicure Let me know if you're insecure This my uncle, MJG I'm his nephew, I'm PT My lifestyle's luxury I'm royalty, come f** with me Pull up to the club in the Cadillac Brougham Cocaine white n***a, sitting on chrome Playing “Fire and Desire” Sitting on them thirty wires (?) You see them gold strips I ain't ‘bout to handle courtship With no chick, can't pay me sh** Sock it to my pocket, b**h And my hoe on go now, as we speak She hit that stage seven days a week I grab that hoe a' about four A.M She tells them f** n***as “I'm with him” I get my cash and drop her off Because she know my pimpin' costs PT Cruiser, I'm in cruise control I done had more good times than Esther Rolle Now one time, for my motherf**er Gator, n***a Two times, if you're really getting paper, n***a Three times, if you like what you see I'm Pastor Troy and that's MJG And this “Cadillac Music,” hoe you know When you exit my car, don't slam my door Yo MJG, you ready, bro? Man, show these n***as how to pimp a hoe