We taping.....
What it is...what it is...what it is
Ooh...b*tch
We ain't in love with no money, the money love us
Cross country with this pimpin' on a tour bus
Up in Florida or in Georgia
b*tches love us, they adore us
b*tches (What) Greasies (What)
Hoes (What) Groupies (What)
Hoochies (What) sl*ts (What)
What can they do, the pimpin' love us
Housekeepers, game thievers
Pop goes the pop pop pop pop
Heat misers, chest tuckers
High siders, game providers b*tch
But they don't run from it they run to it
They knew it, I'm so true to it when I do it
I pursue it, cash it, I auction you off
Highest bidder get to hit her, b*tch break mine off
Ha, and now I'm on the freeway
Perkin' like a motherf*cker just got paid
Another night, rollin' like a playa do
Comin' through, gettin' my revenue
We ain't in love with no money, the money love us
Cross country with this pimpin' on a tour bus
Up in Florida or in Georgia
b*tches love us, they adore us
Sick to stomach when I do to a b*tch, so don't trip
Thirteen hundred all up in her ass, that's where they fit
I run sh*t, the Sic-Wid-It dumb sh*t
Ya know I need that big bank roll b*tch
I'm undercover, pop ya collar fo' the dollar
If ya hoes need a sponsor then b*tch holla
I won't stop ya, I'll fit ya ass with a skirt
I'll make ya bring back the dirty work
We stopped into a place, a Louisville, Kentucky
I went to a gambling boat and lost all my money
I put my last five on the black
On the roulette tables, I broke ten right back
I'm the best kept secret, mark it f*cks up
But I won't get stuck
Keep a broad full of tricks
And my underground n*ggas do rock us
What you think, blinkity-blink
You act like yo sh*t don't stink
Hoodrat town, that b*tch Suga T gotta come see me
Who you think you is
Hope ya don't think I won't pull the trigger
I f*cks with some bigger figures
The Click you'll never get rid of
I'm a bad b*tch, flip the script you a trick
On some boss sh*t worldwide ghetto b*tch
We ain't in love with the money, money love us
Cross country with this pimpin' on a tour bus
Up in Georgia or in Florida
Cincinnati the n*ggas love us
I be like all up in the Bank of America
About to regurgutate, talkin' criz-azy
Smellin' like beer
Makin' a deposit, large lump sums
Cussin' out the cashier
For comin' at me wrong, b*tch I'm federal
I might get more than the man
In my hand, I stay with a cup
Some of my fans like again they life up
2000 Bentley on the dubs, on the car
Light brown Excursion, sport utility truck
You lil' miss scuzzies better open ya eyes and take a look
And keep em' open for my dictionary book
I spit a slang, a bang n*gga, n*gga
Full of straight game n*gga
We ain't in love with no money, the money love us
Cross country with this pimpin' on a tour bus
Up in Florida or in Georgia
b*tches love us, they adore us