Pimp sh*t lyrics

[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame and girl]
You just like my swag
Nah, girl, I like that ass
Nothing but that cash in that Gucci duffel bag
'Til that pus*y bring back my cash, so that's your ass
That's your ass, baby girl, that's your ass
Pimp, pimp, pimp sh*t
Pimp, pimp, pimp sh*t
Pimp, pimp, pimp sh*t
Pimp, pimp, pimp sh*t
Pimp, pimp, pimp sh*t
Pimp, pimp, pimp sh*t
Pimp, pimp, pimp sh*t
Pimp sh*t, pimp sh*t

[Verse 1] Waka Flocka Flame]
I need a down south, gold-wearing, Micro-wearing b*tch
Oooh, I like that project sh*t
Hold a brick, walk the Strip, make my money f*cking flip
Oh sh*t, twelve years on the Strip, baby, gon' and dip
G-Unit shawty, got them fifties on the block
More money in the bank off the yayo, f*cking rock
D-boy life, keep them goons on the block
You might end up shot if your ass try to rob
Sideshow Bob 'cause your ass is a fraud
Mob up, squad up, bring your roll, we get money
Fetti, green, cheddar, mooca, lucha, moola, and the dollar
Hoes always scream out Waka Flocka Flame