f*ckin’ With My Money lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Gin]
I'm hangin’ in the backyard with women in the swimming pool
Listenin' to the Marvin Gaye while smokin' on a loose Kool
My cellular jumpin’, so I pushed in, "Now who is this?"
Another drug deal gone bad so now I'm p*ssed
I'm reaching for the .44 while crankin' up the '95
Lexus Coupe but still talkin' on the phone to this lyin' b*tch
She constantly fakin' robbery, makin’ me mad as f*ck though ’cause we was f*ckin' with some Ki’s
And now I gotta think of somethin' that's really slick
The plan that the b*tch attempt to give my dope to another pimp
Cause player haters'll be a b*tch or a n*gga
You never will recognize until you’re ready to pull the trigger
"I got carjacked by some robbers" what she's tellin' me
I'm on my way to Memphis drivin', but I was flyin'
She's just a fool, I hope she thinks I'm drivin' eight hours
I made it there in one and caught the b*tch in the shower
With another n*gga at the kitchen table choppin' my dope
I grabbed the .44 and shot that b*tch in her throat
The n*gga that's constantly runnin' up out of my house, I'm steadily gunnin'
But not because we're sweatin' that b*tch, he was f*ckin' with my money

[Chorus: Lil Gin & Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
*Pop, pop, pop* when you're f*ckin' with my money
*Pop, pop, pop* when you're f*ckin' with my money
*Pop, pop, pop* when you're f*ckin' with my money
*Pop, pop, pop* when you're f*ckin' with my money
[Verse 2: Lil Gin]
Fire the reefer up, grip my Glock, walk up out the door
Pattin' my pockets, flat as f*ck, meanin' I'm out to rob a hoe
Shoot that thang is in my mind, buckshots scatter from behind
Stomachs on the f*ckin' curb, n*ggas shake in slop and slime
Will I rob a ho? Damn right, I'm jackin' constantly
They gon' drop this sh*t off fast, thinkin' I'ma blast rapidly
Jump into a taxi cab put the pistol to the dome
Murder got my conscious tested, "b*tch, just take me close to home"
Hurt Village, quickly jump up on my enemy
Police right across the street, killers, thugs, and gangsters, G
f*ck that route, you know I'm finna go to the liquor store, full of that dough
Bumpy face ho, one o'clock, roll to a block, leave a n*gga, creep through my door
Lay me down, drunk as hell, Everclear in my crib
Full of crooks where I dwell, blow a P, funky smell
God damn, player, so many of my dawgs done crossed
The pistol whippin' left me broke, better hope that b*tch goes off

[Verse 3: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Chapter one of a pimp: A b*tch call no shots
Runnin' off her mouth, she'll get her monkey-ass popped
A good pimp is slick like a white ball
I put a charge to the train, money talks, then you pay the cost
Every show I go, I got Tonya sellin' womb
I tied her to the bed then I beat her with a broom
I'm never satisfied with your ho-duty
I took some hot sauce, poured it on my baby, thinkin' it stuck it through her booty
Most of the big pimps snortin' coke through they nose
Not me, I keep my head straight, I pop that cone and pull they hoes
They be switchin', swatchin' with that ass as the cars pass
Roll your windows down! *whistles* Time to make that cash
White trick payin' up, they tricks are trouble
They always tryna make a house out a home, jive ass sucka
b*tch, I want you to memorize everything that's happenin', run that sh*t down to me, keep them crackheads outta your face while you be workin'
Yeah, b*tch, recognize stable thick, nationwide with your switch, chargin' tricks keeps me rich
Right now I'm in a mansion, a big pool and I said "What? I can't believe it, this pimpin' ain't no game of love, cuh"
[Chorus: Lil Gin & Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
*Pop, pop, pop* when you're f*ckin' with my money
*Pop, pop, pop* when you're f*ckin' with my money
*Pop, pop, pop* when you're f*ckin' with my money
*Pop, pop, pop* when you're f*ckin' with my money