Pimpin lyrics
by Rick Ross
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Half a mill in my SS
Rozay, big checks
Nosey n*ggas be telling thangs, f*ck around get hit next
Rolex on Monday, Cartier on Tuesday
Rolls Royce on Wednesday your b*tch chose to choose me
Money fast I count slow hunnid bands for the outro
Real n*gga don't name drop throw it up if you 'bout yours
Every gun that's 60 rounds every month blow 6 pounds
Miami b*tch give good head only time I'm sitting down
Fat boy gone stand up real n*gga gone man up
Broke n*gga still talk cheap 'lil n*gga ain't said none
Two bands on my shoes boy I don't know how you move boy
Young n*gga still kill free I f*ck ???? boy