PIMP TALK lyrics

by

Destroy Lonely


[Intro]
I'm with 88 (88)
Yeah

[Chorus]
The b*tch want dollars (Want dollars), yeah, the ho gon' get it (Woah)
Yeah, yeah, a milli' plus (Plus), yeah, a young n*gga spent it (Spent it)
Yeah, yeah, the crib so plush-plush, huh, check how I'm livin' (Livin', yeah)
My diamonds look like Skittles (Skittles), every color different (Different, yeah)
Yeah, my b*tch a lil' squirter (Lil' squirter), her sister a lil' spitter (Lil' spitter, yeah)
My brother locked up for murder (Murder), yeah, free all of my killers (Yeah, yeah)
Hell nah, I ain't worriеd, yeah, I'm a top floor n*gga (Yeah)
Hell nah, you can't gеt this sauce, this sh*t here expensive
Yeah, this b*tch here expensive (Yeah)
This wrist here expensive (Yeah)
This Rick pair expensive (Yeah)
This sh*t here expensive (Money)

[Verse]
All my ice, all my ice bite, think it's grizzly (Yeah)
Shawty, ride, munch, Ice Spice, she damn near bit me (Yeah)
I'm with 88, dropped a hunnid thousand on this tennis (Yeah)
Lil' b*tch, I'm trippin', yes, I'm going Scottie, ain't talkin' Pippen (Yeah)
I just gave yo' b*tch my rod, man, I ain't talkin' Dennis (Yeah)
I'm on top, let's get it, check out all these b*tches, damn, I'm limpin'
Check how I'm whippin', V12 in my engine, sh*t ain't rented (Skrrt)
I pour purple in it, feelin' a lil' dizzy, I ain't tipsy (Yeah)
My head keep spinnin', I keep on forgettin' different women (Baby Money; yeah)
And my windows tinted, lights off in the mansion, keep 'em dim lit (Baby)
[Bridge]
Yeah (Baby Money), yeah
Lil Money life, yeah (Lil Money life)

[Chorus]
The b*tch want dollars, yeah, the ho gon' get it
Woah, yeah, a milli' plus, yeah, a young n*gga spent it (Spent it)
Yeah, yeah, the crib so plush-plush, huh, check how I'm livin' (Livin', yeah)
My diamonds look like Skittles (Skittles), every color different (Different, yeah)
Yeah, my b*tch a lil' squirter (Lil' squirter), her sister a lil' spitter (Lil' spitter, yeah)
My brother locked up for murder (Murder), yeah, free all of my killers (Yeah, yeah)
Hell nah, I ain't worried, yeah, I'm a top floor n*gga (Top floor, yeah)
Hell nah, you can't get this sauce, this sh*t here expensive
Yeah, this b*tch here expensive (Yeah)
This wrist here expensive (Yeah)
This Rick pair expensive (Yeah)
This sh*t here expensive (Money)

[Outro]
88
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