Lil Wayne
CASH MONEY MILLIONAIRES
Keep pimpin', keep pimpin', keep pimpin', keep pimpin',
Keep pimpin', keep pimpin', keep pimpin', keep pimpin',
I got a bitch in the back, I got a hoe in the front
One cookin' the crack, one rollin' the blunt
I'm getin' pussy and ass from my beautiful broad
If you lookin' for that, holla at ya boy
I'm a ma ma mack mack
A pi pi pimp
I spi spi spi spit out shrimp
I pull out clean
I get out limp
I walk like li li li limp
I talk like bitch get get chi chi chi
The best player on my team
when I ball, women cheer
And they love the way I come out with the gear
This jacket these shoes don't come out this year
So if you love your girl
don't let her come out this year
'Cause if you leave her out there
then she comin' out here
And that ain't fair and i don't care
I'm a motherfuckin cash money millionaire
[CHORUS] x2
Who you think you fuckin' with?
Who you think you fuckin' with?
Who you think you fuckin' with?
Who you think you fuckin' with?
I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money millionaire
I got 25 dollars on my dresser
And if I give it to my hoe, she gonna bring back more
not a minute ago, she ain't gettin that loot
And if you ain't got no money, she ain't gettin at you
I like 'em sexy high yella, if you fit, that's you
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 lames, don't but they game
If he don't score in the first half, bench his ass
If you play wit my money, I'mma lynch ya ass
Like John Lynch and shit, don't tempt me bitch
Wipe me down 'cause I'm filthy rich
If gettin money a crime then I'm guilty, bitch
And that ain't fair but I don't care
I'm a mothafuckin' Cash Money millionaire
[CHORUS] x2
Sittin' low in the car, sit high in the truck
Sit in the front of the plane, way in the back of the bus
I got ladies for days, I got women for months
Leave ya girl at home, I made 21
I got that thang on chrome blades 21
I got them thang inside make me empty one
Pull it over to the side by a pretty one
Like "What's good mama?
Come make the clouds jump over us, come fly wit me"
My diamonds bling, my weed is rap
Call me Wheezy the King, call me Wheezy the Crack
If pimpin' is dead then I'm bringin' it back
Matter of fact it never died so I take that back
If your shoes too small, shawty, take that back
'Cause you gonna walk all day 'til you make that back
And that ain't fair but i don't care
I'm a motherfuckin Cash Money millionaire
[CHORUS] x2
Whats really good, mommy?
It's ya boy W-h-e-e-z-y F baby
So high in the sky, I'm so fly
Watch out for the power lines ya know
Get with me one pimp daddy