Cash Money Millionaires (Album Version Edited)

I keep pimping I keep pimping I keep I, I keep pimping I, I, I keep pimping I got a bitch in the back, got a hoe in the front One cooking the crack, one rolling the blunt You get pussy and ass from a beautiful broad If you looking fa that holla at cha boy I'm a m, m, mack mack a p, p, Pimp I sp, sp, sp, spit out shrimp I pull up clean I get out limp I walk like pl, pl, player I talk like bi, bitch get chere Best playa on my team when I ball women cheer And they love the way I come out wit the gear This jacket these shoes don't come out this year So if you love ya girl don't let her come out this year If you leave her out there then she coming out here And that ain't fair but I don't care I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire yeah! Who you think you fucking with (bitch!) Who you think you fucking with Who you think you fucking with Who you think you fucking with (I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire) Who you think you fucking with (bitch!) Who you think you fucking with Who you think you fucking with Who you think you fucking with (I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire) I got 25 dollars on my dresser and if I Give it to my hoe she gon' bring back mo' Not a minute go she ain't getting that loot And if you ain't got no money she ain't getting at you I like 'em sexy high yellow if you fitting that shoot Ooh boo you can come and get in that Coupe Take a hit of that fruit get high wit' Wayne Fly wit' Birdman Jr. Wave high to planes Say bye to lames don't buy they game If he ain't scored in the first half bench his ass If you play wit' my money I'm a lynch ya ass I'll John Lynch ya shit don't tempt me bitch oh! Wipe me down 'cause I'm filthy rich If getting money's a crime then I'm guilty bitch And that ain't fair but I don't care I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire yeah! Who you think you fucking with (bitch!) Who you think you fucking with Who you think you fucking with Who you think you fucking with (I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire) Who you think you fucking with (bitch!) Who you think you fucking with Who you think you fucking with Who you think you fucking with (I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire) I sit low in the car, sit high in the truck Lay at the front of the plane, lay at the back of the bus Got ladies for days, got women for months Leave ya girl at home I made 21 I got that thing on chrome blade 21 Got them things inside make me empty one Pull it over to the side by a pretty one, like What's good mami come make a cloud yo' pillow, come fly wit' me My diamond sing, my weed is rap Call me Weezy the king or call me Weezy da crack If pimpin' is dead then I'm bringing it back Matter fact it never died so I take that back If your shoe's too small shawty take that back 'Cause you gon' walk all day till you make that back And that ain't fair but I don't care I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire yeah! Who you think you fucking with (bitch!) Who you think you fucking with Who you think you fucking with Who you think you fucking with (I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire) Who you think you fucking with (bitch!) Who you think you fucking with Who you think you fucking with Who you think you fucking with (I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire) Who you think you fucking with What's really good moma It's ya boy W.E.E.Z.Y.F. Baby So high in the sky, I'm so fly watch out for the power lines ya know! Get with me, one Pimp Daddy! Who you think you fucking with Who you think you fucking with Who you think you fucking with I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire