"A little over a year ago I was in bondage
and now I'm back out here, reapin' the blessings and gettin'
the benefits that go along with it
Everything that's out here for kings like us.
The reason why we like this, this jewelry and this diamonds and stuff
They don't understand is, because we really from Africa {"M-M-M-M"}
And that's where all this stuff come from.
And we originated from kings, you know what I'm sayin'?
So don't look down on the youngsters because they wanna have shiny things.
It's in our genes, know what I'm sayin'? We just don't all know our history
so.. peace to the Midwest. Keep it P-I, you know what I'm sayin'?"
I'mma just keep you up on this pimp shit, see what I'm sayin'?
I just landed in Europe, nigga (Yeah)
Shopping bags, I'm a tourist, nigga (Yeah)
Money talk I speak fluent, nigga (Yeah)
Reeboks on, I just do it, nigga (Yeah)
Look at me, I'm pure nigga (Yeah)
I bet the hoes on my tour, nigga (Yeah)
I don't bop, I do the money dance (Yeah)
My bitch whip cost a hundred grand (Yeah)
Red vert, you see me slide (Yeah)
Sexy bitch I hope she 'bout it (Yeah)
Sexy bitch I know she 'bout it (Yeah)
Fuck with me, you know I got it (Yeah)
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Sexy bitch I hope she 'bout it
Come fuck with me, you know I got it
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Sexy bitch I hope she 'bout it
Come fuck with me, you know I got it
My smoke thick, my jewels gold (Yeah)
My shoes new, these hoes chose (Yeah)
My pistol works, my looks kill (Yeah)
Bitch text me, her rent here (Yeah)
Unfortunately I'm a pimp, baby (Yeah)
Couldn't care less 'bout your rent, lady (Yeah)
I got a chopper that's a bit crazy (Yeah)
Balenciaga boots, I'm in the Bent faded (Yeah)
Peelin' paper like a bank teller (Yeah)
Me and Hova in the bank, hella (Yeah)
Paper cuts until you hate, cheddar (Yeah)
I take that back cause I am straight, cheddar! (Yeah)
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Sexy bitch I hope she 'bout it
Come fuck with me, you know I got it
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Sexy bitch I hope she 'bout it
Come fuck with me, you know I got it
40 racks, front, pocket (Yeah)
I bet 40 racks them folks, watchin' (Yeah)
I bet 40 racks them hoes, want me (Yeah)
I got 40 racks, these hoes, on me (Yeah)
40 rounds, that thang, on me (Yeah)
Fuck around, my bang, on me (Yeah)
Cell phone got 40 hoes (Yeah)
A-game give me 40 more (Yeah)
Her number keep on poppin' up (Yeah)
She came through, the topic was to top me up (Yeah)
Top down in my white Corniche (Yeah)
Ever see these Hermès seats? (Yeah)
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Sexy bitch I hope she 'bout it
Come fuck with me, you know I got it
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Sexy bitch I hope she 'bout it
Come fuck with me, you know I got it
I'm ridin' big comin' down that beach (Yeah)
Geechi nigga with satin sheets (Yeah)
Bad bitch, she a masterpiece (Yeah)
Got a bad bitch, she a masterpiece
compositores: MATTHEW SAMUELS, RICK ROSS, ANDERSON HERNANDEZ, SHAWN CARTER
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