My Pimpin lyrics

[Intro: ItsAMovie]
f*ckin' with my-
f*ckin' with my pimpin'
f*ckin' with my-, hah

[Chorus: ItsAMovie & Rick Ross]
I got all these b*tches f*ckin' with my pimpin'
I got all these b*tches f*ckin' with my pimpin' (Huh)
I got all these b*tches f*ckin' with my pimpin' (Huh)
I got all these b*tches f*ckin' with my pimpin' (Huh)

[Verse 1: ItsAMovie]
I got all these b*tches f*ckin' with my pimpin' (My pimpin', my pimpin')
She f*ck with me (Hey) 'cause a young n*gga go get it (Go get it, go get it)
I-I-I'm so disrespectful f*cking other n*gga b*tches (Where the hoe's at?)
You come home and kiss that hoe but that there ain't my business (Yeah, woo)
Hit one button, drop the [?], make sure they seen it (Make sure they seen it)
Cut that b*tch off if she ever get too needy (Oh-oh)
I be divin' on them, make this sh*t look easy (Damn, ayy)
Throw that pus*y, [?]
If you ever played 'em, gotta show me
n*gga, ballin' on 'em like I'm Kobe
You know I got it, I ain't gotta show it
Cut off a juug and split it with my homie
Gotta go get it, n*gga, if you want it
If she suck it good, I give that b*tch a bonus
Rollin' up backwoods early mornin'
I'm ballin', I'm pimpin', feel like Scottie Pippen (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
A n*gga go get it
[Chorus: ItsAMovie & Rick Ross]
I got all these b*tches f*ckin' with my pimpin'
I got all these b*tches f*ckin' with my pimpin' (Huh)
I got all these b*tches f*ckin' with my pimpin' (Huh)
I got all these b*tches f*ckin' with my pimpin' (Huh)

[Verse 2: Nick Cannon]
And I got all these b*tches f*ckin' with my pimpin' (My pimpin', my pimpin')
And they be sucking on my di*k like it's delicious (Like it's delicious)
I give 'em nothing but Kentucky Fried Chicken (Fried, Fried, Fried)
And she bust it wide open like my kids gettin' gifts on Christmas (Big Christmas)
I got all these b*tches f*ckin' with my pimpin' (What you tell 'em?)
I tell her, "Listen, I can never be your n*gga" (Why you say it?)
'Cause I got all these models f*ckin' with my pimpin'
Actresses and beauty pageants full of women
This pimpin' and sh*t, I done lived it (It)
Pull up in something so sick that I'm whippin' (Whip)
Make you throw up on yourself like you spinning
It's the rich n*gga with b*tches
Rich, rich n*gga with b*tches
Been on that gigolo sh*t since as a kid
And I was so little that they didn't know he was gon grow
And have so many hoes, get the Guinness World Record for pimpin', pimpin', pimpin'

[Chorus: ItsAMovie & Rick Ross]
I got all these b*tches f*ckin' with my pimpin'
I got all these b*tches f*ckin' with my pimpin' (Huh)
I got all these b*tches f*ckin' with my pimpin' (Huh)
I got all these b*tches f*ckin' with my pimpin' (Boss)
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Got on Versace slippers (Uh), Rosé, a c*cky n*gga (Uh)
Two million just in diamonds (Woo), might give your wife the shivers (Uh)
You got a runny nose (Yeah), yayo come by the load (Yeah)
My homies wildin' out (What?), they think we tellin' jokes
Hahahahahaha, your b*tch was on that episode
Hahahahahaha, your b*tch might tell a different story
f*ck it, let's get this money (Huh), I gots to keep it player (Huh)
I know that pus*y love me (Boss), trust me, my pimpin' major
Cocaine, snow white berets (Woo), I got the fur to match
My b*tches on the list (Woo), I got a thirty pack
Studio 54 indefinitely dealing dope (Boss)
We talkin' numbers, when I want it it's considered sold
(Maybach music)