[Verse 1]
I keep pimpin' to get in a b**** panties
I keeps spittin' the critics can not compare me
They put it simple I am Mr. Miami
And my lil' pistol will flip over ya?
We the best at best you doin' failing
Straight finesse?
That's from sunset we rippin' up Cali
f*** the chips I dip n****?
Now I'm runnin' from the ghetto bird
I got food on my stomach from the ghetto birds
All I use are my ghetto words
I'm the mayor in the hood on the ghetto terms
I'm a get money I'm a flash dough
Unique whips will cash grow
I'm a keep pimpin' to get in a b**** panties
Dead presidents are runnin' my family
[Hook]
Every dollar I get keeps me stuntin'
Kanye and these hoes tellin' me nothin'
I'm a keep pimpin' to get in a b**** panties
I put a hit on a n**** head?
Every dollar I get keeps me shinin'
I spend a million dollars n**** just in diamonds
I done f***** every dime up in diamonds
This for them d-boys gettin' money shinin'
[Verse 2]
Am I talkin' for police because I puff weed
Lotta artists some recorded as a puffy
Like a pimp I'm a skip, past the?
Like a pimp order, pimp I import her
Every dime you give a note that's a pimp quarter
Cause every time she deliver like a pimp taught her
She ain't married to the game just a pimp daughter
Every Benz that I gain I get the limb harder
What the f*** you n***** know about loyalty
Huh cause n**** you the fuss
Tell 'em what I said like I really give a f***
And that big foot hoe needed the hood
Derrick Henderson still sellin' his car
Smelled his a** no Ross just bought another garage
Yeah, yeah they wanna be the boss
But b**** n***** get twist in the cross
I'm the best
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Thinkin' bout my b**** Candice
Candice was also romantic
Club crave, yeah I had cha both
While I made lil' Crissy roll up my smoke
Boss I need more champagne
Lemon in every piece n***** know my chain
Yeah I'm a millionaire you wanna hold my chain
You could get a lil' p**** n**** hold my name
Ross yeah I go a long way
Well paid, baby-girl let the song play
I'm lookin' for the next top model
Gimme head on Youtube and then pop bottles
[Hook]
[Outro]
Shinin' you feel me
Shout out to that hole m***********' 3-0-5 M.I.Yayo
Maybach music, n****
I am the C-E-O and we are sucka free, n****
Ya n*****, yeah we used to pay ya charge and car notes, n****
We showed ya n***** love ya feel me
But know it's time to stand on ya own two feet, n****
It's like I fronted you a bird and you came back with two ounces, n****
The f*** you think this is this Triple C, n****
Yeah like I said, baby
I got ten keys on my wrist so have you the D.E.A. tell 'em that
Boss
I keep pimpin' to get in a b**** panties
I keeps spittin' the critics can not compare me
They put it simple I am Mr. Miami
And my lil' pistol will flip over ya?
We the best at best you doin' failing
Straight finesse?
That's from sunset we rippin' up Cali
f*** the chips I dip n****?
Now I'm runnin' from the ghetto bird
I got food on my stomach from the ghetto birds
All I use are my ghetto words
I'm the mayor in the hood on the ghetto terms
I'm a get money I'm a flash dough
Unique whips will cash grow
I'm a keep pimpin' to get in a b**** panties
Dead presidents are runnin' my family
[Hook]
Every dollar I get keeps me stuntin'
Kanye and these hoes tellin' me nothin'
I'm a keep pimpin' to get in a b**** panties
I put a hit on a n**** head?
Every dollar I get keeps me shinin'
I spend a million dollars n**** just in diamonds
I done f***** every dime up in diamonds
This for them d-boys gettin' money shinin'
[Verse 2]
Am I talkin' for police because I puff weed
Lotta artists some recorded as a puffy
Like a pimp I'm a skip, past the?
Like a pimp order, pimp I import her
Every dime you give a note that's a pimp quarter
Cause every time she deliver like a pimp taught her
She ain't married to the game just a pimp daughter
Every Benz that I gain I get the limb harder
What the f*** you n***** know about loyalty
Huh cause n**** you the fuss
Tell 'em what I said like I really give a f***
And that big foot hoe needed the hood
Derrick Henderson still sellin' his car
Smelled his a** no Ross just bought another garage
Yeah, yeah they wanna be the boss
But b**** n***** get twist in the cross
I'm the best
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Thinkin' bout my b**** Candice
Candice was also romantic
Club crave, yeah I had cha both
While I made lil' Crissy roll up my smoke
Boss I need more champagne
Lemon in every piece n***** know my chain
Yeah I'm a millionaire you wanna hold my chain
You could get a lil' p**** n**** hold my name
Ross yeah I go a long way
Well paid, baby-girl let the song play
I'm lookin' for the next top model
Gimme head on Youtube and then pop bottles
[Hook]
[Outro]
Shinin' you feel me
Shout out to that hole m***********' 3-0-5 M.I.Yayo
Maybach music, n****
I am the C-E-O and we are sucka free, n****
Ya n*****, yeah we used to pay ya charge and car notes, n****
We showed ya n***** love ya feel me
But know it's time to stand on ya own two feet, n****
It's like I fronted you a bird and you came back with two ounces, n****
The f*** you think this is this Triple C, n****
Yeah like I said, baby
I got ten keys on my wrist so have you the D.E.A. tell 'em that
Boss