Marge Simpson lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
Big pimpin'
Big, big pimpin'
Big pimpin'
Walk up in the bank, limpin'
Big pimpin'
Big, big pimpin'
Money stack up so tall, look like the hair on Marge Simpson

[Chorus]
Marge Simpson, Ma-Ma-Marge Simpson (On God)
Marge Simpson, you can call me Marge Simpson (Yeah, yeah)
Big pimpin', get the money then dip
Money stack up so tall, look like the hair on Marge Simpson

[Verse 1]
Man, why you keep textin' my phone?
Leave me alone
Boy, I do not want your di*k
I see that n*gga, he thirsty as f*ck
I ain't givin' him sh*t, better swallow his spit
All that lurkin' on my motherf*ckin' page
'Til it's, "Oops, I ain't mean to like that pic"
Took him to Victoria's Secrets and bought him some bras
Since he love to act like a b*tch
I got a type and it ain't you
I like thеm n*ggas who spendin' that cash
I like them fat Homеr Simpson-ass n*ggas
That feed me the fat in this ass
b*tch, I'm expensive, don't bring me nothin' on the floor
I want everything locked in a glass
Then we f*ckin' fast, take him to the back of the store
Then he bustin' a hole in my mask
Now give me your money, dummy
I don't wanna hear what you cannot afford
We back in his car, he complainin' how I spent all his money
I said, "Can you pass me the AUX cord?"
I don't wanna hear that sh*t, be near that sh*t
What the f*ck do you n*ggas be thinkin'?
Gotta wear a sleep mask every time I f*ck him
So I won't see him c*m quicker than I be blinkin'
[Pre-Chorus]
Big pimpin'
Big, big pimpin'
Big pimpin'
Walk up in the bank, limpin'
Big pimpin'
Big, big pimpin'
Money stack up so tall, look like the hair on Marge Simpson

[Chorus]
Marge Simpson, Ma-Ma-Marge Simpson (On God)
Marge Simpson, you can call me Marge Simpson (Yeah, yeah)
Big pimpin', get the money then dip
Money stack up so tall, look like the hair on Marge Simpson

[Verse 2]
I don't want your man, darling
Even though I could take him so damn quick
I done sat up on his sack five times
After he done bought me the whole damn Saks Fifth
Feeling like Taylor when I get this money
'Cause I spend it so, so swift
'Cause I only check for n*ggas with big bags like an airport trip
You know my aesthetic, we could do credit, debit
Make sure the receipt get shredded
'Cause he got a girl at home and if she come for me
Somebody come for her, the paramedics
Yeah, I said it, text it, DeJ Loaf
n*gga better know to come full breaded (That money)
Put a stack of money on the bottom of my sneakers
That's how a real b*tch walk up in wedges
And he could die today-day or tomorrow
I won't even give no f*ck
I just hope nobody throwin' him a funeral
'Cause I could use those bucks
I'ma make him turn all in his grave, I ain't givin' no apologies
If anything, when I buy the Prada with his cards
That motherf*cker better be proud of me
[Outro]
That motherf*cker better be proud of me
(Better be proud of me)